Emeril's Orlando — wow
And that's not a good "wow." This is a disappointing "wow," as in, How did this place become so mediocre?
Kobe beef that was ordered medium rare came out well done the first time and medium+ the second time. You could tell the double-stuffed baked potato was hollowed out the day before; I don't mind a kitchen taking shortcuts. But a restaurant charging these prices isn't supposed to make them so plainly obvious.
We went only to use a gift card I received at Christmas. I have no reason to go back. Thank goodness I didn't pay for the meal with my own money.
The death knoll for us was the fact that the last time we were there we were treated to at least three renditions of the birthday song to other tables. Not to appear snobbish, but I expect to never, never hear the birthday song at a fine-dining restaurant.
Oh, and the only good service that we've had at Tchoup-Chop was at the bar (and it was wonderful). I'm still scarred by the time that our server yelled at his team mates, using the f-bomb, not two feet from our table of 8.
But man, I live their banana cream pie, how can I stay away?