The only Hard Rock Cafe I've been to was in Paris. I thought it was pretty silly for our tour director to take a group of Americans out to a burger place to eat in Paris, France. That's not where the silliness stopped.
I'll have to admit that I got a big kick out of all the memorabilia on the walls. I'd peeked into the local HRC and it looked pretty much the same. There was a nice loft seating area that looked down over another dining area and on the wall was a two story neon-filled mural of a wonderful fantasy rock and roll band. Huge speakers blared VERY loud music out at the room.
We had reservations for 8:00 pm. Granted it was a Saturday night, but they had said it would be no problem when we called. We arrived promptly and by 9:15 we were seated. They couldn't find seats for all of our group together, so actually I stood and waited with five our my students another 20 minutes for tables to clear. There were a couple of very buff looking hosts who kept telling us our table wasn't ready yet. They were pleasant enough for Fabio clones, but they seemed pretty irritated. A couple of the girls that were waiting with me went to look over the loft balcony and the hosts fussed at them because they came within five feet of a couple dining there.
They had prepared a special menu for us. It consisted of Burgers, Fries and Soft Drinks. There was a choice of a chocolate sundae or cake for dessert.
I had the burger and fries. My friends had the burgers and fries. Another of my friends who was in town came to meet us there and he asked for a beer. And he asked for a beer. And he asked for a beer. Finally, he got a busboy to bring him one. Our waitress never did. Since I'd been seated so much later than most of our party, I was later getting finished. Most of the kids went downstairs (after complaining to me about the surly waitress) to stand in line for a t-shirt.
My burger was very dry. It was a federal case to get the wicked witch waitress to bring us mustard, and by the time I got it my burger was cold. The music was so loud that I had a blaring headache, but I was determined that I would get my stinking chocolate sundae before I left.
It was WONDERFUL. It was, by far, the highlight of my dining experience. I'm not sure what the French do to ice cream, but I thought I had put heaven in my mouth. It was gone too soon.
Exiting the wonderfully polished front doors was like a great sigh of relief. The cool night air was so refreshing after the stuffy interior of the restaurant. We sat outside for another thirty minutes while the rest of our party waited in line to buy their souvenir shirts. Next door to Hard Rock was an entrance to the Lithuanian Embassy. We got some really cute pictures of some of the kids acting like they were begging for asylum.
I'm not sure what a burger, fries and a soft drink costs at HRC in the states, but I saw the invoice our tour director had. Our party paid $19 a head for this dining experience.
I was not impressed. I'll admit that the decor is amusing. It's not THAT amusing. The food (other than the sundae) was pitiful and the service was some of the worst I've had ANYWHERE in the world.
It's possible that this place might be entertaining for someone younger, or someone who is hearing impaired, but the general consensus of our party was that it "stunk like a big dog" (you can tell I hang out with teenagers) -- [an aside here..] my daughter just came in and I told her I was writing about HRC in Paris and she stuck her finger down her throat and said "gross."
I've had more fun at Dennys and that's not saying much.