Bistro Bland

High hopes for Uptown 713 were dashed by horrid service and mediocre chow

Allow me to address a theme that runs through a number of missives I've received from my detractors, most of whom have this ass-backwards notion that restaurant reviews should be as chipper as the banter of those coifed nimrods over at Good Morning Arizona. That is, when somebody deigns to diss the chow at one of this town's beaneries, they're as indignant as a pack of church ladies at a wet tee-shirt contest.

After I criticize some eatery or other, as in the case of my mild reproach of Wild Thaiger on Central a couple of weeks back, I invariably get a passel of peeved letters informing me that we live in a cosmopolitan metropolis rivaling even Paris and New York when it comes to the variety and quality of our cuisine. The writers insist that I have an absolute duty to be encouraging in this space.

Please. There's nothing wrong with granting garlands when praise is due -- as in the case of my new favorite sushi eatery outside of Japan, north Scottsdale's Blue Wasabi. But mere boosterism is born of a small-town mindset, which Phoenicians would do well to shun. Better to be brutally honest and cut no slack for those found wanting. I'll leave the Junior League jingoism to those who do it best, specifically the hacks over at the hometown daily.

Banal board: Uptown 713's menu lacks originality and excellence.
Jackie Mercandetti
Banal board: Uptown 713's menu lacks originality and excellence.

Location Info


Uptown 713

713 E. Palo Verde Drive
Phoenix, AZ 85014-2598

Category: Restaurant > New American

Region: Central Phoenix


Calamari fritti: $8
Chicken pot stickers: $7
Mama's caramel flan: $7
Billy burger: $10

602-274-1332. Lunch, Monday through Friday, 11:30 a.m. to 3 p.m.; Dinner, Tuesday through Saturday, 5 to 10 p.m. Breakfast, Saturday and Sunday, 6:30 a.m. to noon.

East Palo Verde Drive (one block south of Bethany Home Road off Seventh Street)

This brings me to my visit to Uptown 713, which calls itself, broadly, "an American Bistro," and which has garnered bewilderingly positive notices in the local press. Indeed, Uptown 713 has been so lauded by some that I was genuinely anticipating a glorious meal when I made reservations there recently for myself and five others. The restaurant is tucked away unobtrusively in a little courtyard on Palo Verde, just off Seventh Street. And when I espied its gurgling fountain, its patio set with black-clothed tables, the greenery all about decorated with lights, and a jazz quartet belting out standards, I had high hopes. High hopes that would soon be dashed on the jagged rocks of U-713's horrid service and unforgivably mediocre grub.

My party was put at a table outside, which is preferable since the interior of the establishment could double as a large closet, or an apartment in New York, take your pick. My problems with the place began to surface after we had been seated for 15 or 20 minutes with no attention from the waiters on duty. Finally, I had to approach the manager to ask that someone bring us water and at least take our drink orders. I'll grant that it was Saturday, and relatively busy, but not all of the tables were full, which made me wonder how the restaurant would handle a real rush.

Things did not improve much from there, even as the number of other customers dwindled. We received no bread at all -- one waiter later told me you have to ask for it, an interesting approach for an eatery that charges on average $16 per entree with no salad. Apparently, this policy applies to the silverware as well. A couple of people in my party were without utensils until well after the appetizers were served. Again, I had to request that a basic restaurant service be performed, something I've never had to do at, say, a chain establishment like California Pizza Kitchen. Uptown 713's sluggish wait staff could learn a thing or two by paying a visit to a CPK and observing.

You know, I dropped a nice chunk of change at Uptown 713 that night. And for that kind of cashola, I want everything short of the waitress giving me a foot massage while I await my vittles. Shabby or indifferent service can sometimes be overlooked if your tummy and taste buds are happy. But the menu is so uninspired at U-713, both in conception and execution, that it leaves little wiggle room for such generosity.

The bill of fare is pretty small, which again wouldn't be a concern if all were done well. For appetizers, my party and I tried the seared ahi tuna, chicken pot stickers, fried calamari, and drunken clams -- steamed littleneck clams covered in a basil-tomato-white wine sauce. Portions were on the small side and eminently forgettable. The clams were tough, and the calamari chewy. As for the chicken pot stickers, they were crispy yet flavorless. You could easily do better at a third-rate Asian joint. The seared ahi tuna medallions soared above the other starters by being simply adequate. Still, they failed to melt in my mouth the way I'd wanted.

This nearly uniform ordinariness extended to the entrees, which were disappointing not only to myself but to my entire party. One companion had the ahi tuna steak, blackened and seared, but it just wasn't as appetizing as we'd had elsewhere on countless occasions. It lacked that silky savoriness I have come to expect from the dish, but whether it was the preparation or the quality of the fish itself is a mystery. I selected the Billy burger, which the menu touts as "the best ass burger in town." Ronald McDonald might beg to differ. The 10-ounce hamburger patty was good but not great, and once more, bland. A dollar an ounce for the Billy raises the bar on this staple of the American table. Uptown 713 should be a little embarrassed when Harvey's Wineburger, for instance, can kick its hiney for far less dolo.

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