Posted in Restaurant Reviews on November 12, 2009

The recently opened Masa 14 on 14th Street (yes, another painfully unoriginal name added to the DC landscape) has been getting a lot of buzz. Chefs Richard Sandoval (Zengo) and Kaz Okochi (Kaz Sushi Bistro) have partnered to bring the U Street Corridor an Asian Latin fusion tapas destination.From the Masa 14 site, masa14.com

Yes, tapas. More tapas. I actually like tapas a whole bunch, but I think I have reached my limit on small plates. Still, I was hearing great things, so I decided to keep an open mind and check it out.

While sitting at the bar as I waited for my friend, I thought to myself “There certainly are some good looking men behind this bar”. As we all know, looks only carry you so far. You have to have the good to back it up, and this bar did not. There were five bartenders working the crowd–it is an impressive 65 feet long–and I had a difficult time catching someone’s eye. Understandable as the place is new and they were fairly busy. When I finally did get my cocktail, the Red Star which was made with tequila and blackberry puree, I was pleased. It was put hair on your chest strong, but it was excellent. What was not excellent was never being asked if I wanted water, a menu, or another drink. When our table was ready my friend went over as I tried to settle the bill. I had to ask twice for the check and watched EIGHT minutes pass buy before I finally signed my slip. So, I started my meal pretty pissed off and my friend Bitchy sat there occupying real estate but ordering nothing as he waited for me. This is not the best business model.

Another pet peeve: communal seating. We were at a table with 12 seats (I believe) and I was displeased. The tables were so close to the bar, which had folks spilling in to the dining area, that I spent the whole meal screaming to be heard and elbowing everyone in my radius. Plus, it is safe to say that the whole table did not need to hear what Bitchy and I were talking. I forged ahead, neighbors be damned.

Now, on to the food. It was good, and in some instances, great. The spinach salad was basic but the black bean dressing was a nice surprise. The spicy tuna handroll was fresh and flavorful, but would have been helped by a bit more crunch. The kobe beef and pork meatballs were awesome; smoky and moist, I could have eaten three orders. The Thai chicken flatbread was packed with fresh veggies, bight cilantro and a zesty peanut sauce; a definite must order. I could have took or left the beef tenderloin, but there was nothing egregious about it.

Our table service? Good, definitely, but you could tell he was having a hard time navigating the floor. Also, another drawback to communal seating is every time you move, someone is asking you for something and you cannot reach your intended destination. I felt for him; he seemed like a good guy and did his best in a rough situation.

So, not all bad. That being said, I was so annoyed by the bar and the noise and the seating situation that by the time the main event, the food, rolled around I was feeling less than open minded. Plus, the freaking tapas. Why more tapas, why? Please, DC, find a new freaking trend. Perhaps I am not giving the place a fair shake, but maybe if they were doing something new or at least doing something old well, I would be much more forgiving.