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| - It's been 13 days since my Julie's Cuban Experience. I think that's ample time to give a reasonable review.
First off, let me just say that I SO BADLY wanted to love this place. I had been wanting to try it since we moved into the neighbourhood in 2006 but for whatever reason, hadn't had the chance. One night about 2 weeks ago we walked past it on a rainy Friday night and I thought "Let's just go inside and ask if there's a table, what the hell, if not, we move on".
Immediately I was charmed by the atmosphere, the music and twinkly lights, the warm, homey feeling of the place. It was crowded and we were walk-ins but my hopes soared higher when the super nice hostess managed to find us a table in the back room (which I was FINE with, unlike the group of harpies seated at the table beside us who repeatedly hounded the poor hostess until she moved them to the front room).
We ordered drinks and our dinner and happily prepared for a night of good food and mojitos. Said mojitos arrived promptly and were tasty (yet I have had better for the price). Our appetizer (bland guacamole made from unripened avocados served with bagged Tostitos chips) plunked down on table without charm (each item was delivered to our table by a different waitress). Dinner (two seperate entrees..basically meat and beans, one served with sliced bananas - not plantains, i know the difference) arrived soon afterwards and thats when things went down hill.
The food was bland and underwhelming, reminiscent of the "locals" section at a tropical resort's buffet. Let me state that I am very familiar with latin food and I know that cuban food can be on the bland side...but I also know when food isn't good, especially for the price. I had checked in on foursquare and a friend texted me to say that I should skip the entrees and instead order the tapas. "Ah," I thought to myself " That's where we went wrong. Oh well, I'll come back some time and sit on the patio and we'll order up a whole bunch of dishes and try again." I maintained this attitude for another 35 minutes or so, desperately clinging to it like a drowning man to a life preserver as my opinion of Julie's sunk like the Titanic (sorry for all of the metaphors, I'm feeling dramatic). I made several excuses to my dining companion who was less than pleased.
For the rest of our time at Julie's we were invisible. No one came by to ask how our food was. I had to flag down a passing waitress to ask for a drink (I said "excuse me" and she turned and pissily said "what's up?" to me..I was taken aback but maintained politeness because that's how my momma raised me) and then the drinks never arrived. The three waitresses we had during the evening seemed to visit every table but ours. Empty glasses sat and food hardened on plates. We resorted to entertaining ourselves with the giant map of the world pinned to the wall beside us, picking out which places we'd rather have been then there.
Finally we managed to flag down a random waitress and ask for our bill. One of the original waitresses we had during the evening (a nice one) came back to collect it so I made sure that I still tipped (only 15%) because I know what the food industry is like and I refuse to be a jerk. we politely thanked the waitress and left, vowing (quietly, to each other) to never return.
As we walked away I looked longingly back at that gorgeous patio, dreams of hot summer nights under the twinkly lights, icy mojitos in hand crumbling before me. We won't be back and that makes me sad because Julie, i REALLY wanted to like you.
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