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Where do I begin?
First off, "Joey's California Bistro Italian Restaurant"? Isn't that like, "Mandy's Apparel Shop Store for Clothes"?
The place was mostly empty, save for terrible, dated decor and a smattering of rather lively and vivacious flies. A waiter was screaming at a customer from the other side of the restaurant. Even when I realized they were screaming sports-oriented things, it still wasn't normal. As our waiter wheezed the specials of the day to us, we feared he was literally about to die in the middle of the word "stuffed".
Our salads consisted of romaine, three pieces of cucumber, and one tomato, cut in half. The bleu cheese dressing contained no actual cheese. I ordered tea with lemon and honey, but the honey was a "blend" made out of mostly high fructose rice syrup... is honey too rare a commodity to hunt down these days? Our dinner companion ordered lobster ravioli with shrimp. The waiter brought the lobster ravioli out, then the shrimp, separately, in a little cup. Oh, and the shrimp was BOILED. What is this, 1965? What the actual f*#&.
It'd be one thing if this place was dirt cheap, but entrees hit well over $20.
Do yourself a favor. Rather than coming here, just eat the money. Even if it's in coins.
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