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| - Oh dear! I hate to submit a scathing review (I really do) this but the pumpkin ravioli with arugula and walnuts that I had here the other day for lunch was quite possibly THE WORST plate of pasta that I have ever attempted to eat in my entire life (and I am over 50, people). Honestly it was almost inedible to the point that I left over half the meal on my plate and actually walked out of the restaurant still hungry. I didn't want to embarrass my friend who took me to lunch and so graciously presented me with a wedding gift (yes, I just got married) so I said nothing. It was awkward enough that my friend had ordered a dish with no mention of nuts in the menu description and when it arrived it had nuts all over it (she is highly allergic). She said sometimes she breaks out in a rash just by breathing something in that has nuts. Anyway, I could scarcely believe the lukewarm, rubber-like droppings that were supposed to pass for pumpkin raviolis drenched in the most disgusting, tasteless sauce that resembled creme-colored mayonnaise (it tasted like it had been thickened with starch). Yikes! Drinks are another story at Vintage (hard to screw up a bottled beer or beer on tap) but the food leaves a whole helluva lot to be desired. I have only eaten at Vintage three times: once it was so-so (I don't remember what I ate, maybe a burger on the outdoor patio) and the other time (it was the first time) was a rerun of this visit--completely and utterly awful. I am not trying to be a drama queen here. I am NOT a picky eater. I can assure you that I will gobble down just about anything especially when I'm famished which I often am, but holy batman this meal was borderline unforgivable. I actually felt SORRY for the ravioli as it resembled something that had been killed, boiled, stabbed, broiled, beaten, and then microwaved...TWICE. That's the only explanation I can come up with for how something that is supposed to be a delicate, delicious, winter treat like pumpkin pasta could taste so god awful bad. So sorry, Vintage! I'm sure I'll be back for Happy Hour one of these days but three strikes, you're out when it comes to your food. I'm afraid you won't see me back for lunch. :(
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