Blue Morel Restaurant and Wine Bar — Restaurant in Morristown

Review is for the Thanksgiving Buffet. My wife and I decided we would go out for Thanksgiving this year so we wouldn't have a fridge full of leftovers for a week. We looked around at a lot of restaurants before finally settling on Blue Morel because the menu sounded great. The roast suckling pig was a huge draw; we'd seen it on the menu at La Grande Boucherie in NYC for a minimum of 8 people, and thought this would be a great opportunity to try it. We also figured that at the very least, even if everything else was bad, there'd be charcuterie and cheeses and desserts, so how bad could it be, right?

So we showed up, got seated, went up to the buffet, and first thing we notice, no pig. We asked where it was, and were told, "Yeah, we couldn't get them, so they changed the menu, and they didn't change the menu online." Great. That was really the whole reason we chose this particular restaurant.

So we figured we'd make the best of it, and started with the charcuterie and cheese as an appetizer. Well, not so much. The cheese selection were cubes of cheddar, Swiss and pepper jack, supermarket block cheese. I took some salami and ham (just generic ham, nothing special) but even that was inedible; it had been piled on a platter with a bunch of giardiniera and absorbed all the vinegar from it. So much for that.

The entree choices were carving stations of boneless turkey and some kind of beef (strip loin maybe?). Neither were particularly good. Both were room temperature, and the turkey in particular had a very artificial/industrial taste to it and a rubbery texture. The sides were mostly cold and not worth space on the plate.

Hard to believe, the desserts were even a notch lower. The pies were grocery-store bakery level. The churros seemed to be the best of the bunch, which is a pretty odd highlight for a Thanksgiving dinner.

Service expectations for a buffet are pretty low, but they managed to limbo below those too. When we were first seated, I had indicated I'd want to order a glass of wine a little later, but nobody ever came to check on us or ask if we wanted a beverage after that first interaction, though the restaurant was mostly empty. Busboys came occasionally to take plates, but it was hard to figure out why they'd take one but not another, even when we told them we were done with a plate. I also had to get fresh silverware off another table once when mine were taken and no fresh ones were brought.

There really wasn't a single positive to the meal, and I'm crossing it off my list for good....

Not a good experience for New Year's Eve. Their is no valet parking which is unusual for a high end restaurant. Right out of gate strike one, second strike I ordered a Blanton's neat "whiskey" waiter returned to tell me they ran out. Okay not a big deal ordered a different drink. Being NYE they had a fixed menu which was great, very limited menu. Already knew I was getting the one and only steak on the menu. Third strike as I began to order the waiter once again explain to me that they just ran out of that entree. Now I was upset because I wasn't crazy about the other few options I had plus I wanted STEAK.. I'm 100% sure the waiter understood my frustrations and do you think a manager would have come over to apologize?? Nope not even glance. Strike number four I asked the waiter to just give us a house wine as we don't need anything fancy nope again to our dislike $70 bottle was on the bill, my fault I should have asked but their were plenty of bottle in the $40 range.. which is what a house bottle means. The appetizer were pretty good our entrees were okay under seasoned and dissert was just okay. For $352.00 for two it was incredibly disappointing. Have reservations at Cafe Navona this Sat it's always an amazinge meal impeccable service at half the cost.. Lost my...

How to describe the quintessential small town breakfast in beautiful Morristown New Jersey. It was a mid fall morning as a crisp breeze awoke us at the Westin. After glaring through the looking glass of our window, my eyes looked upon the sweet rolling landscape of the New Jersey hillside.

Wander down 4 floors to Blue Morel and luxury awaits. Glass double doors splayed open for my arrival greeted me and my guests as we effortlessly walk right to our table. With no hostess abound the casual “seat yourself” approach is modern and refreshing. Upon requesting a menu our kind and gentle waiter offers the “buffet”. A bountiful offering which allows for a personalized omakase. The eggs are fluffy and bright, the potatoes smell of rosemary and lavender, the bacon crisped to perfected. The continental section flows with morning pastries seemingly flown in from the French Riviera. Our waiter pours the most beautiful and rich Colombian blended coffee and regales us with its fair trade and organic origins. Just last week little Paco and his family, the farmers behind this beautiful blend graced restaurant staff with their presence.

Blue Morel has my heart, my culinary pallete has forever been satiated from this exquisite offering, only otherwise found at Michelin awarded...