THE nightmare
Establishment: ascada bistro
Location: lower queen anne
let me give you the real lowdown on this douche bar. i see a plethora of horrific reviews for this dump and feel you need to see a bigger part of the picture. the owner Troy, used to have a place in belleview under the same name that hosted to the typical "belleview bitches" 40 somethings singles crowd. thinking this is due to location was a mistake. as it turns out, this is Troy’s choice of clientele. lives for being surrounded by slutty house wives and the (undeservedly accomplished) drunk ex frat boys that follow. this is where the pesos crowd go when they dont eventually go on with their lives.
troy had chewed through four chefs by the end of his soft opening. as for opening night? no watter, no gas, no dishwasher. cannibalized the bellview kitchen for his new one. which wouldn’t have been bad if they had ever seen so much as a warm washcloth. no prep station to be seen. not even a pas bar just what seemed to be a folding table and the top of a lowboy. at one point i saw a cooking striving to use one star burner to cook and another to set plates.literally the only reason they passed the health inspection was due to the fact that troy went to school with the inspectors older sister (not that the inspector actually ever heard of troy) and troy told him he would hold a spoken word night for him. not that the inspector was bought off just distracted from the unpermited fryer troy made the cooks drag into the closet to hide. he made those boys do the plumbing and gas fitting, and i dont think he ended up paying them in the end
the place is covered in gold Jimmy Hendrix records that seem to be awards. not so much. there apprantly the equivalent to a ‘thanks for participating’ troy ex wife was jimi’s sister and this seems to be what he got in the divorce. but of course this wont stall the way he talks up the old days.
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I had just moved into the Lower Queen Anne neighborhood when I got laid off from my full-time fine-dining server job. I found an ad on Craigslist for Ascada Bistro; thinking that since it was close to home, I would go and apply. Well, neither an owner nor a manager was in house during the hours posted in the ad for applicants to arrive. I came back twice during the “scheduled” interview time, and still no one arrived to receive resumes or conduct open interviews.
The following evening, I was doing some shopping and happened to pass by Ascada—there was a really bad “soul” band (you know, that same crappy band that plays “Brick House” and “Mustang Sally” at all the ghetto weddings)blaring out of the “bistro” (if you look it up, bistro doesn’t mean “skanky bar”) and several drunken obnoxious patrons on the sidewalk smoking, speaking so loudly that people in England probably heard them, and generally looking shady and skanky. I shrugged my shoulders and considered myself lucky I hadn’t wasted any time actually speaking with anyone there.
After reading your review, I am not in the least surprised to see that it’s the kind of place I thought it must be—-yet another shitty hole-in-the-wall beer joint with the word “Bistro” on the sign to trick unsuspecting restaurant professionals and their crack-whore clientele into thinking it might actually be a RESTAURANT!!
Sorry that happened to you, man. Hope you find a better place to work. Troy seems to have enough rope with which to hang himself, and I’d wager that he eventually does just that.
This guy ran 2 bars near NE 65th and roosevelt. they both failed cause it was a bunch of crap with clientel mostly made up of local neighborhood crackheads. he was my friend/neighbor’s landlord and that whole scene that followed those bars was fucked up and i think the whole family was on meth or crack