My Style was love at first sight, but it ended catastrophically. This restaurant is located in a pretty countryside house that radiates warmth with its vivid red walls and oozes hominess with its super-comfy sofas and a rather eclectic but charming collection of knick-knacks including everything from paintings to beckoning cats and empty whiskey bottles. If looks alone could make a restaurant, this picture-perfect eatery would have nothing to worry about. However, a restaurant can get itself only so far with food ranging from boring to disastrous. The small menu of western recipes fits with the décor, but My Style never quite gets its act together when it comes to execution. Mistakes with cooking style and choice of ingredients are those a first-time chef might make. The onion soup came topped with a slice of white bread (instead of croutons or toasted French baguette) that were soggy even before arriving at our table. The overcooked spinach omelet was no different from what one could easily whip up at home for less money (and with a better taste). The baked macaroni with ham and cheese and baked broccoli with cheese are identical twins: both casseroles were dry, overcooked on top and uncooked and mushy on the inside. We’re still not sure why the cook decided to use over-boiled, minced broccoli rather than large chunks. The biggest rip-off came in the form of a sirloin steak with pepper sauce that consisted of two tiny slabs of low-grade beef that seemed to have spent at least a week in a fridge before making it to our plate. The accompanying mashed potatoes were far too buttery and the side vegetables were again over-boiled. Really, there are better steaks to be had at Samyan market. The only acceptable dish was spaghetti namprik ong, but it was nothing to write home about. Desserts didn’t make a big impression, either. You’d be wise to bypass the “recommended” super-dry apple pie and blueberry cheesecake with a soggy cookie crust. Finally, in contrast to the warm setting, the service was cold and indifferent. Servers were surly, hesitant to make recommendations (maybe they felt there was nothing to recommend) and generally unwelcoming. If your ideal meal is all about the ambiance, My Style has enough going for it. But if taste is a priority, we strongly suggest that you head elsewhere.
