Though I had enjoyed Teak's Saturday evening bar scene on one previous occasion, I had never checked it out on what I would have expected to be a more low-key evening. So, when I was recently looking for a trendy place to enjoy a relaxed glass of wine on a Monday night out with a friend, I thought it would perfect. My companion agreed, saying that if it was "too dead, we could try some place else".
The evening arrived, and I walked into the restaurant, but was most certainly not confronted by an empty space. Every seat in the dining room was taken, and a line had formed around the hostess stand. I edged my way through the crowd and checked for a seat at the bar. However, that was just as packed, with no stools available and a second layer of drinkers lined up behind them. Luckily, I noticed two people vacating their spots, and I lunged to take their places. My friend soon arrived, and we discussed our shock at how busy the restaurant was on that freezing Monday evening.
Being that Teak had an active bar scene, I knew that they had to have a creative beverage menu. I wound up ordering a martini with Grey Goose Le Citron, their homemade lemonade, and club soda. The cocktail was bitter, tart, and strong. Its lemonade was not nearly sweet enough to balance the alcohol. My friend took a sip of his Dirty Martini and made a face, also being blown away by the domineering amount of included gin.
When it came time to order round 2, I decided to move on from my puckering martini and switch to wine. My affordable glass of New Zealand Sauvignon Blanc was smooth and packed with ripe grapefruit undertones. My companion asked for a second dirty martini, though clarified that it needed to be dirtier this time. The bartender looked at him quizzically and stated that she had not included any olive juice in the previous glass. This would also be a good time to critique the fact that she had almost presented me with the incorrect mixed drink. She had placed the glass on the bar, but then quickly took it back, declaring that she had accidentally concocted the wrong cocktail. You have got to love paying over $10 for a drink that you had not even ordered.
Hunger soon set in, and, thankfully, the long queue for a table had started to diminish. We put our request in with the hostess, who insisted that we provide her with our cell phone number, even though we were standing at the section of the bar closest to her reception area. Regardless of this annoyance, we were soon seated, though at one of the worst tables in the restaurant. Our small area was on the border of the bar and directly in front of the door out to the street. Beggars cannot be choosers, though, and I was not about to wait around for another table to become available.
So, we opened out menus and munched on the complimentary steamed Edamame. The soybeans were unfortunately overcooked, mushy, and oddly sweet. They were heavily topped with salt chunks that could be visible miles away. I was floored by the menu prices, with several entrees costing between $30 and $40! Hello, this was Hoboken, not Manhattan! We decided that the best course of action would be to share several plates.
We started with the Herb Crusted Rock Shrimp appetizer. Each nugget was heavily fried and "like something you would get at Chili's," according to my friend. The shrimp were coated in a cherry pepper glaze that was syrupy sweet, sour, and spicy all at once. The crisp, gooey mess was served over a mint fruit salsa, though its flavor was masked by the pepper emulsion.
We had also decided on a sushi roll from their lengthy line of innovative blends. The Spicy Girl Maki was stuffed with spicy tuna, spicy yellowtail, and tempura flakes. It was then topped with a mushy salad of spicy salmon and fried crunchies. The roll contained a fabulous mix of textures and fresh fish. Its massive size of about 8-10 filling pieces really helped reduce our horror at its cost. A spicy mayo dipping sauce was drizzled on plate as an added kick.
We wanted to sample one of their main courses as our final sharing plate. I suggested the "scallops", meaning the grilled, healthier ones on the page. Of course, my male friend assumed that I had been referring to those shellfish wrapped in bacon. Although I could have provided clarification, my mouth watered at the heavenly sound of the word "bacon"...So, we proceeded with the scandalous order. The plate showcased 4 large Diver Scallops that were perfectly cooked and wrapped in crisp bacon, which was sadly dry and over-smoked. The pig strands did not seem fresh, except possibly fresh from the freezer...The scallops lay cushioned on a bed of spinach that had been sauteed in a delicious, tangy lobster sauce.
Teak definitely provided us with a nice evening, though the scene was a bit over-the-top for a Monday night. In addition, the inaccurate bartender and mediocre food did nothing to support their hefty prices.
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