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| - This place was great - many years ago. Sadly, it's a shadow of its former self. Sure, the place still has terrific views but that's it. The tables and chairs are rickety and aren't cleaned often, as using my hand to pull my own chair in found at least two used pieces of gum affixed to the underside.
My wife and I quickly ordered macaroni and cheese for our two year old son while we looked over our menu options. The mac and cheese arrived within two minutes - clearly it's made en masse - but was overcooked and lacked any discernible flavor. This should have been all the warning we needed, but instead we forged ahead and ordered the "Cowboy Stuff" platter for two. At $21.95 per person it seemed like a good value for all it promised; BBQ chicken and ribs, skewers of beef, chicken, and seafood, baked potatoes, corn, the works. What was delivered was a baking sheet with all the aforementioned food loaded onto it, but with whole carrots with the green stems still on, celery stalks with leaves on it, and so on. It looked like someone had been foraging in the woods for our dinner. It was accompanied by a very forgettable salad that had tons of dressing, yet lacked flavor of any kind.
Then came the taste test of our main course. The name of this restaurant really should be "Overcooked and Flavorless" because the trend started with our son's unfortunate kid's meal was consistent across the entire meal.
My son needed to use the restroom, so we headed off in that direction. The baby changing station isn't even in the bathroom, but affixed to a wall out in the hall for all to see. Walking into the bathroom, we took one look at the dirty, dank surroundings and immediately headed the other direction. We'll wait, thanks.
Getting back to the table and trying my food, I decided to ask for the manager to voice my concerns. Unbeknownst to me, my wife had already spoken with him. When he arrived, he seemed exasperated and told me, "I already told her I'd replace the meal with something else and she said no. What else do you want?" Um, well NOTHING now, pal. So sorry to be an interruption to your evening of overcooking and underseasoning everything.
We won't be back again. Ever.
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