One13 Social — Restaurant in Carlisle

I’ve eaten at this restaurant before with friends when I was in town visiting my father. It’s somewhat upscale for the area. I bought my 93 year old father there night and he tripped over the step at the entrance and fell. The staff did not offer to help and pretended it didn’t happen. My father insisted he was okay. We were offered a seat near the kitchen where it’s difficult for a 93 year old man to hear and had to ask to move to a quieter spot. The waitress was entirely mechanical and none of the staff seemed to be able to smile. I’ve done well in life, traveled the world, and seen many things and people, but I’ve never felt so insignificant or experienced such mechanical and uncaring service as I experienced at this restaurant tonight. Unless you are totally obtuse and self involved or intimidated to the extent you think you’re not worth treating well, don’t go to this restaurant with any level of expectation of a good service experience. The service approach was terrible and I got the distinct impression the servers were expected to behave that way. As I looked around, it wasn’t only our waitress. All the servers seemed to behaved as nothing more than order-processing robots. I was appalled. I hope my father is okay after his fall there. Time will tell because he was shamed for it so won’t disclose if he’s hurt. What is certain is no one at One Social cares either way… The service staff behaves are nothing more than robots who believe obtuse and aloof service is professional and upscale, which couldn’t be more wrong. It is ignorant and in the case of my father’s fall tight, absolutely deplorable. I’ll never go back and I hope you won’t go either knowing you’re paying to support a business where everything from a 93 year old man falling to the average patron ordering means absolutely nothing other than a trendy reputation and a dime. The food isn’t good enough to...

Between the two of us, we’ve worked every role in a kitchen since our teens. We know what real food and real service look like, and 113 Social is all presentation, no execution.

We ordered the 14 oz T-bone specials, medium rare. Ninety six dollars for two steaks that came out cold, undercooked, and flavorless. More bone and fat than usable meat. Sure, there were grill marks, for the Instagram shot, but they added nothing. The kitchen rested the steaks, but apparently forgot to cook them first. I sent mine back, and it returned nearly identical. A true steak boomerang.

The presentation was careless. Steak thrown directly on top of the sides, flattening and cooling the entire plate. No structure, no contrast, no thought.

Whoever is running the kitchen either lacks the skill or the will. This didn’t feel like a one-off, it felt like the standard.

Service was polite but distant. No check-ins, no real engagement, no attempt to fix anything. Just quiet detachment.

The birria tacos were watery and weak. The drinks were mediocre. A warm martini glass, a soda in a champagne flute, and three paper straw swaps later, we stopped expecting anything to make sense.

Even the nice atmosphere felt dimmed by the sheer indifference coming out of the kitchen, like ambiance being forced to apologize for the food.

113 Social caters to the well-heeled who have never developed real taste. It’s for people who mistake mood lighting and a curated playlist for quality. If you’ve ever had a properly cooked steak from a kitchen that gives a damn, this place will be a letdown.

That this restaurant has a 4.7 rating on Google is genuinely astonishing. But illusion, it seems, is...

Bring ya appetite… and your credit score.”

Yo… One13 Social is not just a restaurant — it’s a vibe, it’s a lifestyle, it’s the place you go when you tryna spoil yourself or impress somebody who watches Food Network for fun.

Me and wifey pulled up lookin’ good, feelin’ good — and left feelin’ like royalty. She ordered that $45 filet mignon like she was nominated for an Oscar, and when she took that first bite, I swear she leaned back like her soul just got baptized in garlic butter. That steak wasn’t cooked medium rare… it was cooked “marry me.”

I got the pork chop — thick, juicy, seasoned with ancestral wisdom. That pork chop been through something. I took one bite and had to close my eyes like I was seein’ the face of God.

Ambience? Sexy. The lighting was smoother than Maxwell’s falsetto. And the seats? Man, them chairs were so soft I almost apologized when I sat down — like, “My bad, lil baby gator, you lived a good life.” 🤣

But let me be real with you… This ain’t the place you go when rent is due in three days and you still figuring it out. Nah. Bring more than $200 if you wanna eat, drink, and walk out with your dignity intact. These prices ain’t playin’ — you lookin’ at $17-$30 appetizers, $45+ entrées, and drinks that might make your wallet side-eye you like, “You sure, playa?”

Still… worth every dollar. This ain’t fast food, it’s grown-up joy on a plate.

If you want average, go somewhere else. If you want unforgettable, One13 is calling your name like a slow jam...