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| - Cleveland rocks?!?! Canary's...not so much. We were just visiting Cleveland for a few days and wanted somewhere "new" and "different". When I think of diners, I think of something that has its name built from the ground up. We decided to search for something and this popped up as a choice with eh you could say decent reviews. So hubby and I jumped on it. As we pulled up to the bright yellow sign with the little yellow bird, I couldn't help but start to laugh then cracked a joke at the place being empty. Even the chef had time to go out and throw some trash away at the dumpster. Of course, us wanting to try something "different" still managed to get out of the car and venture inside. I politely asked the lady at the front if it was a seat yourself place, she said yes then said yes but sit on the left. So guess it changed quickly as we then turned around to go to the left. As we sat down and noticed only two guests in the dining room older than 50-60, we knew we were in for a treat. The walls and ceiling were multicolored as if it were a Mexican restaurant prior. The ceiling fans were from a 6th grade science geeks bedroom that were now collecting dust. The pie and cake display had an abundance of desserts that looked store bought. Also proudly displayed two big boxes of baking soda to keep the desserts "fresh". (No, we didn't get dessert) Luckily they are proactive on keeping the bugs away from the sweets with the bug trap underneath the display so we all can see. Maybe the 6th grade boy uses them for his bug collections for allowing them to rent his ceiling fans. My husband and I ordered breakfast. He ordered scrambled eggs and cheese and sausage with 3 golden brown pancakes. I ordered the pork chop breakfast with 3 over easy eggs, home fries, and toast. As the food was delivered shortly after, it didn't look terribly bad. But every thing was bland. No seasoning whatsoever. My husband could smell that his pancakes were a little on the crispy side. They tried to hide the fact that one side of the pancakes were burnt by actually placing the golden brown side up. But when you can smell the burnt you already knew to flip them over and see. He purposely cut off what he could and she most definitely saw and avoided our table. Didn't ask if we were okay or needed anything. But honestly, I would be embarrassed too. My pork chops tasted as if they were in the deep freeze for a year then flash thawed and fried with no salt or pepper. Just in straight oil. The toast was far from toast. It just seemed a little stale with Paula Deans serving of butter from 6 of her recipes on each slice. It dripped off the bread. We both didn't finish our plates. As we were getting up to leave she finally ask if we need to go boxes. I really thought she was insulting my intelligence. I guarantee she doesn't even eat there. And yes, she mentioned that it was raining cats and dogs so maybe as if we should stay until it gets done or slows down. No thanks, we are hungry for some food. This is far from a renown diner. I doubt this place will make it. But cheers if it does. I do not recommend this at all.
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