Review applies to the Bar area: great location, great value (baby chicken on cous cous $19, eye fillet steak $26) in what was once a very well presented indoor/outdoor dining area and bar. Unfortunately, the accessible menu is not matched by some of the staff. I dine here regularly despite them, in fact. I have witnessed one in particular dressing down polite, well dressed middle aged female patrons when they made a joke about not getting a drink in time (not even to the waiter!).
Their laughter was met with "Did I say something funny just then?" and an icy glare. He also dressed down another staff member in front of me and other patrons and basically has a good go at ruining an otherwise great experience. One other concern, this place is in need of a handyman. The once pristine appearance is looking shabby with roof panels exposed, the men's bathroom is often unclean and a large portion of the wall has been removed with brickbats exposed (for weeks).
You are also lucky if you find soap in the soap dispensers. All in all, would be great if they could fix these two major points.
Tried the Argo for Grand Final day expecting to find a great venue with a relaxed but fun atmosphere. Instead we found a disorganised venue who at 1.30 did not actually have a TV working. At this point most tables started to leave for a venue where they could at least watch the game.
The food looked ok from afar but we didn't bother ordering. The staff were not helpful and in the whole time we were there we could not convince them to turn the lights on in the womens toilet. As a result all 4 cubicles were in total darkness.
Such a shame as I had good memories of this venue from a few years back.
I had some reasonably high hopes for this restaurant but it started just ok and finished just ok. The waitress we had didn't really know what she was doing and had some attitude to boot. The food sounded pretty good on the menu but didn't really deliver at all. I had the smoked trout for entree and I could have sent it back as it was so smoky I could barely eat it.
Other guests tried it and agreed. My wife had the risotto which was just ok and other guest were not raving about their dishes. Sometimes I wonder if the chef actually tries these dishes before they go out because some of the food was way off the mark that The Age review had set.
We made an effort to find The Argo after reading about what a worthwhile adventure it would be to track the place down for a stylish, value packed lunch. After heading in the wrong direction on the tram we eventually righted ourselves and then continued our search for this sharp looking out of the way eatery. It would have been worth it except for one minor annoyance and one pretty major disaster from the kitchen.
After walking the boiling hot back streets of Melbourne I was in the exact mood for one of those tall, icy bloody marys that both quenches your thirst and primes your pallet.
Oops...the bar had no tomato juice- argh!
So I was in no mood when my husbands lunch turned out to be, well perfectly fine (if a bit predictable) but mine (the only vegetarian option which sounded really nice so I didn't mind the limited choice) came to the table in a completely inedible state. A baked onion on a pumpkin puree SOUNDS lovely but I'm sure I am not alone in getting annoyed with restaurants which can WRITE a nice SOUNDING menu but not ACTUALLY DELIVER THE DISH. The onion sat there on my $16.00 PLUS plate rock solid in it's tepid pool of puree while I accepted my mercifully very generous side dish of nicely cooked asparagus as a consolation main meal. I know...I know, I know! I should have sent the onion back but you know as well as I do that it takes 2 to 3 hours to properly bake an onion. So really what could they have done for me? I suppose they could have micro waved it and then blasted it under a grill for 5 minutes- ah well...in retrospect (after the question of what to do dominated our lunch time chat) and, declining dessert (though I still had the appetite for it), we made our way back to the tram kicking ourselves for not at least making a complaint.