Georges Kitchen and Loft: A First Bite (Photos)

Years back, I lived in Coconut Grove. We had just been hit by a hurricane, either Katrina, Rita or Wilma (can’t remember which). Residents were stumbling out of their home, which were without power, desperate for some sustenance. My girl and I went to Le Bouchon (that George Eric-Farge still owned at the time), where we each ordered a monstrous breakfast that offered the works – a pricey breakfast at that. When the server brought our food, we were each given a glass of water (with dirt that had settled at the bottom of the glass) and a pancake. The server informed us that they had run out of everything else, which we totally understood, given the circumstances. When the server later brought us the check, to my complete dismay, they were charging us as if we had received our full breakfast with the works. When I disputed the bill, the server quickly called George over. When I told George that I wasn’t going to be paying the bill as received and expected only to be charged for what we did receive and consume, he accused me of being “cheap” and “just wanting to eat for free” in front of a room full of patrons. I told him he was price-gouging and taking advantage of people in the middle of a bad situation. He exploded. He called me a “cheap faggot” and insulted my “gay hat”. He then said “fine, get the hell out here, you broke faggot!” All the while, he was shoving me out onto the street. I have sworn ever since to never go to any restaurant owned by this animal. George-Eric Farge is a violent bigot. I find it almost impossible to believe that there haven’t been more incidents over the years involving him, given his temper and how he is willing to mistreat a paying customer when questioned.

Upon arrival you'll be greeted by a tooth sucking host (probably a laid off french doorman) who will tell you there are no tables available even though you walk into an empty dining room. They may or may not offer you cheap champagne, depending on how much money they smell on you. Quite silly considering anyone with a fraction of class and taste wouldnt enjoy a glass of $6 prosecco, but hey, I suppose that's their idea of "Paris meets Miami". Never in my foodie life have I experienced such terrible service from the staff straight down to the owner George himself. It's a pretentious piece of real estate on the midtown block with just mediocre food and drinks.