Abigael's on Broadway

Kosher food is served with a sneer at this midtown bistro. Despite the perpetually empty dining room, we were asked to wait more than 20 minutes for a two-top. Got a question about the baffling steakhouse-sushi-Thai-Mexican-American menu? Prepare for rolling eyes from your put-upon server. The food isn’t worth the tude: Though a glistening, bone-in rib eye was rich and tender, the international fare largely flopped. We could barely tolerate cloying pad thai or gummy polenta with rubbery mushrooms. Cocktails, served in comically oversize martini glasses, are dreadful—the fruity frozen daiquiris are spring-break-style sugar bombs. But faced with a meal this unpleasant, downing a quart of booze may be the only suitable response.