Ah, Union. Where to begin.
Really courteous servers and hot alternative-looking bartenders (yay for tattoo and piercing visibility in Jakarta! Oh, and there was one server who looked like an older, shorter, but hotter and more muscular version of Joseph Gordon Levitt), and I love, love the Dammann tea called L’Oriental that they have. It’s green tea with such a sweet fragrance. The place itself is far from pretentious, although the crowd is more of an upper-class (of course, just look at the food prices. A tad of a rip-off if you ask me), and I love their floor-to-ceiling windows that let in some light (thank goodness the sun was pale today). There are booth seats with sofas, and the tables are well-spaced.
It was very crowded, which was unsurprising since today is the first day of the Eid and people dining out to either celebrate or because their maids and cooks had already gone back to their villages. We were asked to wait at the bar for our table (they take phone reservation). I didn’t mind. Like I said, the bartenders were hot (fresh juice, cocktails, coffee, and tea available).
They have very few vegetarian dishes, and again, I had to settle for pasta (I hate salad). I ordered Spaghetti with Roasted Mushrooms and White Truffle Cream. The portion was small (or perhaps I was just hungry), the roasted mushrooms were delicious, but the cream was a little too heavy. My friend ordered grilled salmon and we had to wait for about twenty minutes before ours arrived, while my other friend’s Salad Romaine arrived in about ten minutes.
My friend said the salad was not as good Kitchenette’s (Plaza Indonesia).
I used my sheer will power again to resist desert temptation, but my friends ordered these:
Now you know why I’m so proud of my will power. I have been and always will be a sugar and chocolate whore, and just looking at these cakes made my mouth water. Furthermore, my friends didn’t even finish their desserts (they said the cakes were too heavy). I had to double my efforts to stop myself from reaching and gobbling down the leftovers.
These two chocolate cakes contained liquor.
No further complaints, except for the location of the bar which is in the smoking section (yuck) of the restaurant. Oh, and an obnoxious girl next to us who loudly greeted her friend by saying, “Oh my God, you’re fucking fat!” (Verbatim quote. Her friend (a guy) was not fat). She continued to be obnoxiously loud (despite our tables being very well-spaced), but thank goodness we were done eating and had enough time to gossip and chat and laugh.
Oh, and Union serves foie gras. Seriously, what kind of backward, monstrously cruel restaurant uses fattened duck liver these days?
Dress code: Casual
Price ($ to $$$$): $$$$ for main course, $$$ for dessert, $$ for drinks
Vegetarian friendly: Yes, but very limited vegetarian options, nothing vegan on the list
Atmosphere: (family friendly, yet romantic enough)
Location: Plaza Senayan (inside Sogo, next to Starbucks on the ground floor).