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| - Called in a take out order...
"Hello?"
"Uh, hello, is this Lure..."
"yes mmhmm!, can I help you"
"yes, I'd like to place an order for pick up..."
"ok hang on,"
Phone down, talking in the back ground... 2 minutes, 3, 4, - I hang up call back.
"Hello?"
"Uh, hello, is this Lure..."
"yes mmhmm!, can I help you"
"yes, I just called a minute ago, we must have been disconnected, I'd like to place an order for pick up..."
"ok, hang on"...
So I was able to eventually order, been meaning to check this place out as we've visited the other restaurants and shops in this little outcove several times previously. They basically moved into Cosmos, forgot to clean it out and update the decor, and fired up the friers to see what the Cosmos folks left behind that they could cook up and upsell to the yuppy crowd.
Wife goes in to pick it up, comes back out and explains how the hostess asked if she could take my wife's credit card to the bar to pick up her food for her. Can't I just walk the 5 feet over to the bar and pay for it myself, my wife asked, and executed on.
I ordered a staple at any place calling themselves an "oyster bar" - the fish and chips. This can be a show stopper if done properly, but oy vay was it off target. The fish itself seemed to be in great shape, actually. The Cod was light and flaky, and I bet would have tasted great had it been fried and cooked properly.
The batter was just embarrassing. Tasted like it has been recycled from the night before, and looked grey and unappetizing. The fries were soggy and nasty, although you have to give a bit of a pass on the fries for any "takeout" dining experience.
Overall just supremely disappointing experience, and the end results were not pretty when my stomach and mouth went to war over whether or not to keep the food down.
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