It is hard to approach a dish with an open mind when the service has you so fuming that you consider walking out of a restaurant before you’ve even ordered. And this Chef Rachel Yang, is my concern.

You are a genius. An absolute flavor genius. The way you infuse a Korean sense of balance in to your dishes inspires and delights. Especially to a couple who lived in Seoul for 4 years and ached for a bridge between the popularity of foreign restaurants and the local cuisine. Your wild boar bacon with roasted corn and pickled onions? A masterpiece. As was your short rib egg roll with jicama and mole sauce. Those perfectly tender morsels of short rib dressed with the smoky mole wrapped up like precious jewelry in a silk scarf was dynamite. I don’t even have words to describe the bison hanger steak and a chimichurri sauce except that it was by far one of the best bites I’ve had all year. Expertly cooked, rosy and tender in the middle with a beautifully browned crust dotted with salt and this slices of preserved garlic gets Joule my vote for best steak house (not to mention elevated the status of preserved garlic from bench to starter in my playbook).

joule steak and prawns

 But the service? I’m dumbstruck.

After making a reservation we were given the absolute worst seat in the house, segregated in the very back. All throughout dinner I my gaze was met by the exposed wiring under the reach-in. We brought our own wine, nothing I’d save for an Open That Bottle Night, but we had pre-chilled it at home, here it was mishandled to the point where it sat out for 20 minutes before even getting in an ice bath (if you call filling an bucket with ice then trying to jam the bottle into it an ice bath- i’m thinking ice+water, or put the wine in first, then cover with ice). We sat for 20 minutes unattended to with those sitting well after us having their order taken at least 5 minutes before ours by a more attentive waiter, and after a sweltering wait, my husband had to finally ask a passing server to open out wine- which she did, soundlessly, no excuse, no apology.

jule mole

As Joule is not white tablecloth, I can’t expect 5 star service. Joule was busy last Friday with a full house and at least one seating turnover while we were there. I’d like to think it was an off night. Perhaps your staff was stressed, or disorganized, or some other excuse that is logical to someone who works in the industry, but their complete lack of customer awareness had me seething. Rachael, your food is one of the most standout in our city, please inspire you servers to carry your passion for excellence into their service.

I greatly look forward to my next visit to Joule, this time though, I’m sitting at the counter.

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