Not worth it at all.
We were getting hungry; our reservation was for 9:30pm. Le Maitre dHôtel, Emanuele, was there to welcome us, and nicely suggested that we should go have a drink at the bar while our table was getting set. The someone will come get you sounded imminent. To my surprise, the Maestros bar was packed with people, smoke, and a giant screen with Baseball or Football on. I was expecting something else, maybe a nice Billy Joel kindda piano bar. The Maestros bar is actually a sports bar, reminded me of a few chains, not the Ritz Carlton Maestro bar. We ordered a couple glasses of wine after eye chasing the barman behind the bar for a few minutes. We were given a plate of recycled peanuts I wonder how many people touched with their fingers going to there mouths in the course of the day.
Its 45 minute later, we are getting hungry, walk back to the restaurants reception. A lady from the front reception staff very directly unwelcomed us with shocking arrogance. No apologies for the delay whatsoever, the way she was mumbling felt like it was even our fault somehow that we had to wait at the bar for 45 minutes after our set reservation time. Before looking up our table in the computer and in a weird kind of way questioning our reservation, I am told no Jeans. True, I was wearing $250 Diesel Jeans bought in Paris last month. This is the Ritz Carltons restaurant, in, stylish business, hospitality and entertainment, right? I even felt a bit embarrassed; I just wish they had told me when I first called last Wednesday. I wish they had told me 24 hours before when the Maestro called to confirm our reservation and explain their 24 hour cancellation policy, the last chance to cancel before being charged. Reminds me of this Seinfeld episode where George sets up a personal late fee policy after waiting at the dentist for too long or something. I wish they had told me about the dress code 45 minutes earlier, we wouldnt have stopped by the Maestros sports bar nor left the car to the Vallet.
We ask for Le Maitre dHôtel, who shows up another few minutes later all smiley to explain not to bother with the dress code, were fine; maybe that was the Burberry jacket I was wearing, or was it my fashion stylist girlfriend who looked awesomely European elegante last night. Without a reasonable explanation, Emanuele Le Maitre dHotel then mumbled that we were not going to have a table at all anyways, not really sorry for the wait, the reception, the cancellation policy,
..I did not want a table either at this point. I felt sorry, I was not just hungry, getting angrier inside, but also embarrassed for taking my date to the Ritz Carlton Maestro restaurant in McLean. Bad idea! I was surprised, stunned and I wish the reservations had been for 6:00pm to actually have time to turn around some plan B. The service at the Ritz Maestro restaurant was politely disgusting, not sure about the food, never got a chance to review.