
American & French classics served in a homey dining room, plus busy bar with separate menu & jazz.
Hours
| Sunday | 5–8:30 PM |
| Monday | 5–8:30 PM |
| Tuesday | 5–8:30 PM |
| Wednesday | 5–8:30 PM |
| Thursday | 5–8:30 PM |
| Friday | 5–8:30 PM |
| Saturday | 5–8:30 PM |
Address and Contact Information
Address: 10 Castle St, Great Barrington, MA 01230
Phone: (413) 528-5244
Website: http://www.numbertengb.com/
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Reviews
Service was ok – could’ve more attentive for the price
The staff deserves special mention. They were attentive, friendly, and genuinely knowledgeable about the menu, providing service that was seamless and contributed significantly to the great experience.
But let’s talk about the food. It was amazing! We opted for the steaks, and they were cooked to absolute perfection (as seen in the photo). The steak had a beautiful crust and was incredibly tender and flavorful. We also enjoyed fantastic sides, including creamy mashed potatoes and a generous serving of perfectly seasoned truffle fries. Everything that came to the table was clearly prepared with care and high-quality ingredients.
If you are looking for exceptional food in a welcoming, cozy atmosphere with fantastic service, Number Ten Great Barrington is the place to go. Highly recommended!
The ambience was exactly what we wanted. We were greeted warmly. Service was impeccable. Food was outstanding and one of the best meals I’ve ever had. Everything ok the menu was great.
We loved Number Ten and hope to be back!
Upside being some EXCELLENT midnight snacking later that evening.
Let’s start with the Caesar salad, because that’s where the confusion began. It came chopped into microscopic bits, absolutely smothered in dressing, and then topped with four lonely half-anchovies just lying there like they’d washed ashore. Were they supposed to be part of the dressing? A garnish? A warning? Unclear.
Across the room, we watched someone order the wedge salad — a head of lettuce drowned within an inch of its life, with three thick slices of bacon dramatically draped on the side. Price: $25. Honestly, for that kind of money, I was expecting the lettuce to perform tricks.
We ordered the porterhouse for two, which can only be described as a culinary plot twist. The steak was less than three-quarters of an inch thick — basically a sirloin cosplaying as a porterhouse. It was plopped, unsliced, in the middle of the plate like someone dropped it there by accident. Over-salted, marginally cooked right, and somehow still uninspired. Oh, and the horseradish sauce? That’ll be an extra $3. Must be imported from Mount Olympus.
Service was an exercise in endurance. It took fifteen minutes just to get our drink order taken, and another twenty before the drinks arrived. No bread. No appetizers. No “How’s everyone doing tonight?” We sat there for over half an hour before anyone even asked if we’d like to order. Once we finally did, it took another hour and twenty minutes for our food to show up. The place wasn’t even full.
For the prices, the pretense, and the fact that you even need a reservation, Number Ten should be delivering a top-tier steakhouse experience. Instead, it’s a slow, salty, confused imitation of a chain restaurant with a superiority complex.
Save yourself the disappointment. Go to the actual Outback — at least they give you bread, and you’ll leave both fed and happy.