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| - A new lunch place a friend took me to. I'm sad that my experience wasn't as great as two of my fav reviewers (laura c. and madelaine d.).
I don't contest that the food shoudn't be great, it definitely looked it. And i don't contest that the mix of ingredients looked too good to be true. Seriously, Spicy Moroccan Butternut Squash with Pineapple soup...it sounds like an orgasm waiting to happen.
But unfortunately, it wasn't meant to be. I had the havarti chicken and the failed orgasm soup mentioned above and it wasn't anything special.
I think what really soured me to it (though it was my first time so I still gave it 3 stars), was the fact that the sandwich "artist" and I seemed to miscommunicate...a lot. Everything I said, had to be repeated, where the artist seemed to get what i said, but then 20-30 seconds later question what I had asked for. Ok, I can chalk it up to being behind the counter and maybe my voice wasn't carrying as well as the guy in front of me or the girl behind me.
But what killed the meal for me was that everyone else got their sandwiches grilled from what I can tell (without asking). Even though I told them that I'd be staying to eat, they packed up the meal. I didn't think anything of it until i sat down and opened the box to find a cold sandwich. Not as good being cold, imho, but then, I haven't tried a heated one. Maybe I look like a cold sandwich kinda guy :(
And the soup. What a downer...I don't even know how to explain my failed expectations but I'll try (insert painful childhood memory). It's like.....when you go to a sesame street show as a kid, and your favourite character is Elmo and after the show you try to rush backstage to meet him, but when you get there you see elmo ripping his own head off....and there is some guys head there....and all you can think is...elmo ate someone's head, and ripped off his own.
Yes, that traumatizing and disappointing!
I'll definitely try this place again and will make sure to ask for grilled this time. And maybe I'll stick to the salads.
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