Michael C’s

A few months ago I was charged with planning a going away party for a colleague who just so happens to keep Kosher. So, of course, I began scanning all the local Jewish websites trying to find Kosher caterers, and knowing that they’re all up in Skokie, I had hoped to find one with a substantial website for ease of ordering and planning. After some searching, I discovered the only kosher caterer to have a website with menu listings was Michael C’s and I was elated.
The food options looked great, and while salivating, I contacted the gal whom the party was for and we picked out the Italian menu (set menu) which was $ 20/​person and included pasta, fish, salad, appetizer, garlic bread, dessert, etc. We also ordered a cookie cake since the gal didn’t go for normal cakes. Everything was rolling and the day came around and the guy came and dropped everything off promptly and thing seemed to be okay … until …
First, I realized that there was no fish. I called the caterer since he was still in the vicinity, thinking that he’d forgotten it, but he told me that there WAS no fish on the order. I immediately went to my e-​mail and told him that I had, indeed, ordered fish. He, SOMEHOW, managed to not add it into the order, which not only boggled my mind but pissed me off. The fish is INCLUDED in the $ 20 per person fee — it’s right there on the menu! How could you NOT include it?!
Secondly, as I opened the foil-​wrapped garlic bread to do a pre-​meal sampling, I found a dark, small hair laced through the bread. In fact, it had been COOKED INTO the bread. Disgusting, absolutely disgusting.
Thirdly, the pasta — angel hair with marinara was what I’d ordered — was not angel hair, but regular spaghetti pasta, and it was dry as a bone.
Fourthly, the cookie cake? Yah. It was a cake. Like, it was an actual cake, about four inches high and 12 inches across straight up COOKIE. It was raw in the middle and looked like a fourth grader had made it. I don’t mean to be rude, but it was hideous. I had expected a cookie cake, like a normal cookie cake. The flat, giant cookie cake. But this thing was horrible and a total joke. I couldn’t believe we’d paid for it.
Fifth? Well, I brought up all these concerns in an e-​mail to the caterer and did he ever respond? Apologize? Nope. I had it in my mind to just not pay him since of all the things that we ordered the only edible thing was the alfredo pasta, but hell, it wasn’t my money. It was a company thing and I shipped the check off.
I do not recommend this place to ANYONE. Go elsewhere. This is what I get for taking the easy route of the internet, I guess, but it was embarrassing and a disappointment that this was the stuff I bought for my friend’s going away party.
In sum? Run away. Run far, far away from Michael C’s catering.