Gandy Dancer

“The food and drinks were top notch and the service was exceptional.”

Headwall One★★★★

Wonderful atmosphere seated in a cozy booth with trains going by. Historical and charming. Polished service, thank you Bill!! Food was good with obvious serious care given to presentation. Enjoyed the ricotta appetizer, wedge salad, Cobb salad, shrimp pasta, seafood roll and creme brule with espresso. Only shortfall was lack of clearing dishes. We looked at finished appetizer plates, finished butter containers and empty glasses cluttered on the table til we left. Overall very nice, good food and friendly staff including host.

F. Fara★★

Wobbly and slanted table — that’s how our night at Gandhi Dancer started, and unfortunately it only went downhill from there. The table was a total disaster, rocking the entire time and setting the tone for what turned out to be one of the worst dining experiences we’ve had. The problems didn’t stop there. We ordered scallops as an appetizer, and one of the five shells came out with no scallop in it. How does that even happen in a place that calls itself fine dining? Next came the Caesar salad — except they forgot to add the dressing. Yes, a completely dry Caesar salad. At that point we were

Yerlin A. Mencia★★★★★

I had a great experience at The Gandy Dancer. The vibe was excellent, I loved the historic train station atmosphere. They also have a really impressive selection of mocktails, which I appreciated. For food, I ordered the mango shrimp and steak, and both were full of amazing flavor, everything tasted fresh and well-seasoned. Our server was super nice, attentive, and made the experience even better. I went on a Wednesday around 8 PM, and it was pretty empty, which was honestly perfect. There was plenty of parking available and no rush or crowd. Overall, great food, great service, and a great a

Juliana Álvarez Lin★★★

I actually came here with my parents to celebrate my graduation back in 2024. I have nothing to comment about the food (it’s fine, it’s Ann Arbor, yada yada yada…). I had a really interesting experience with our waitress. My dad had ordered wine for the table and the waitress asked me if I would like a glass, as she was pouring it for everyone at the table. I said sure, and she asked me how old I was, to which I responded, “I’m 21.” She then made a VERY passive aggressive comment and said, “WELLLLLL… that’s what everyone says. I’ll need to see your ID.” Unfortunately for her, I was indeed 21!