Would you rather cut your pinky off, or go to
Thursday, March 11th, 2010
(1 out of 5 hot dogs)
Loading ...Wicker Park
1469 3rd Ave (at 83rd)
Time: Wednesday 5-10
Price: Two courses and “bottomless” wine, $25
I have had a few crushing disappointments in my life; once a friend pulled the tag off Humprey, my camel Beanie Baby, making it virtuously worthless, and another time Marissa Cooper got in a car accident and died on The O.C., only to return once or twice in ghost/flashback-form. My experience at Wicker Park is right up there with those horrible defeats. After hearing about Wicker’s all-you-can-drink dinner, I was fully expecting to have a great hump day, dish out four or five hotdogs, and share an amazing special with my loyal readers. However, things were rocky from the beginning. The menu was very limited and the waitress refused to make any substitutions for me and my vegetarian date (even refusing to replace a steak with a side salad…) On top of that, service was slow, we had to wait over twenty minutes in between wine refills. In AYCD situations, I’m not picky about mediocre food, lack of ambience, or the abundance of fratty douchebags. I’m there to drink as much as possible in the allotted time and fully capitalize on my $25. But after three of four glasses (we hadn’t even finished our entrees yet), our server told us that we had been there too long, and wouldn’t give us any more wine. The NERVE. It occurred to me that this restaurant shares its’ name with that God-awful Josh Hartnett movie. In both cases, I would forego Wicker Park, stay in with a bottle of Trader Joe’s wine and watch 40 Days and 40 Nights.