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| - I really want Charlotte to win in the food game. So far, they're hitting one out of every ten out of the park (Aria being that "one." Their fettuccine carbonara with shrimp is SO bomb). The rest are just.....
I came here because my deddy swore it was the sh*t. I see now that my deddy is a liar and I now question everything he's ever told me to date.
Let me say this: the food wasn't horrible. It just wasn't cooked properly (super mushy scallops, light skinned breading on everything, etc). Additionally, I'm not sure who the owners are (and by who, I mean "do Black people own this establishment? Are Black folks in charge of the kitchen?"), but I'd love to have a looksy at their seasoning cabinet. Assuming that there even was one, I'd guess it was locked and they lost the key today because it was as bland as a face with improperly filled eyebrows. I get that you don't want to overdo the seasoning due to preferences but when I eat fish, I want fish with a kick. When I eat shrimp, I want shrimp with some umph. When I eat oysters, I want oysters with pizazz. See where I'm going here? If you're ferociously shaking your head "no" to brother salt, sister pepper, deaconess garlic powder, and elder Old Bay, you end up offering a plate situation similar to jumping in the ocean and biting Nemo in the ass, then tossing the remains at patrons. Not nice, Steve. Not nice at all.
Again, the food isn't horrible. It just needed more. More seasoning, more time in the grease, more umph.
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