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| - Oh Milestones, what a suitable name for such a disaster of an establishment you call a restaurant. Exactly how many milestones must you reach to actually get your act together?
Brunch, or lack thereof. We went in, all of us, a group of 8. Simple enough, we wanted a quick brunch before hitting the stores. Not so. Tragic really. I still wince at the thought of this place. Took about half an hour to get seated even though the restaurant was only half full. Waiter seemed flustered, perhaps new to the game? Who knows, didn't care, I was hungry and would just about eat anything that wouldn't eat me first, or so I thought.
Took this poor kid about 45 minutes to get our simple drinks in order, think OJ and coffee type drinks, no cocktails, it is brunch after all, I prefer to do my drinking after 2:00 thank you very much.
Took our orders, mostly eggy hash browny type menu items, shouldn't take too long right? Uh, not so much. I attempted to order the prime rib hash -no deal- outta prime rib, so I ordered the substitute, chicken. An hour and a bit later, comes the food. At this juncture, I was about ready to get up and hit the food court! So I get a plate of what looks like dog puke plopped in front of me to dig into. Yum! How could you not want to dig into something that looks like poo? It was supposed to be this delicious medley of taters, corn, onions and tomatoes with poached eggs on top with a special blend of seasonings finished with hollandaise. First off it was slathered with Bulls Eye steak sauce, I did not taste these special seasonings they speak of, nor did I see any hollandiase either as a matter of fact. The tomatoes were two wedges of what looked like clearance produce placed on the side of the plate as in a garnish, and not actually part of the meal, and had an ambiguous odour. Oh yes, and the replacement chicken, lunch meat style sliced very thin, bacon like, so thin that it was mostly burnt. mmmm mmm, now seriously, how could you not want to eat that to start off your day?
Ok, I pushed that aside and decided to dig into the plentiful bounty of the side of fruit they call a salad. In case you haven't noticed, I am so being sarcastic . Here it is kids, 2 orange slices and a wedge of crunchy honeydew melon that tasted more like a cucumber. No, this was no salad, this was plain mockery. Seriously. And I was charged for this! Where were my berries, my grapes, my cantaloupe? Hello?
You better bet your sweet behind I had something to say. Manager removed disgraced hash from my presence and took it off the bill, seeing how I never ate it! She was really nice and apologetic, obviously not her fault the kitchen dropped the ball but none-the-less, NEVER GOING BACK.
Dry heaving.
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