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| - I try my best not to review chained restaurants, because I don't think it's fair to judge them considering my impossible standards. But if you're going to sell me something a certain way and not live up to it, then the wrath of my typesmanship shall not spare you.
Right, so the idea of a franchise calling themselves "Moxie" is a huge expectation to live to up, I mean..the place has got to have moxie if you're going to call it that, and for people with moxie..this place is like a unlubricated massage.
I've come here twice for lunch, because I was dangerously bored and didn't want to travel. This is the only restaurant in Fairview aside from Spring Rolls. One does not expect much from a eatery located in the great North American institution that is the shopping mall. But hey, it seems that they've spent a lot of money decorating this place..so let's try it.
Both times here I've chosen to sit at the bar area..as the restaurant area looked unappealing. Both times I was greeted by the same Maitre'D, big smiles when being seated, and complete awkward avoiding of eye contact afterwards. Weird, what wrong with her? She sat me at my table, not woke up drunk next to me.
High chair with cruiser tables..wobbly cruiser tables...here we go again!
This seemed like a place where middle-aged Men enjoyed lunching, which isn't surprising given the young girls that worked here. I always try to engage in conversation with my service staff...but quickly I learned that this gesture was a complete waste of time, as I have absolutely nothing to talk about with these girls. One cute chick asked me how to buy stocks, I asked her whether she's ever heard of TD Waterhouse or any other brokerages..she said no like this was normal. There was a moment of awkward silence, and then I smiled at her, patiently explaining the process.
The fish & chips was breaded with a batter that is so salty I had to ask for two points of water. It was hard to finish. The taco fish is nothing special. The fries were plain, my drink was reasonably priced. They didn't have Ketel One vodka, so my friend had to order something else. He only drinks Ketel One. The manager came out during our lunch and apologized to us for not having the vodka, but did it like we were one of the guys he played poker with on Thursday nights. I don't like casual gestures, and I felt interrupted.
The place reminded me of Joey's at Shops on Don Mills, with less plasma televisions. I'm not sure what kind of ambience they were going for, but it didn't work. The modern fake wood siding didn't match the pub-like crescent seats mounted by the wall, and the bar itself looked as if it was missing a pole and a couples of dancers.
The waitress will come to you twice and ask whether everything is okay, which is perhaps more than I expected. I don't get the uniform here either. Some are wearing all black, a few others are roaming about in a tank top with their tits hanging out. Guess which ones I asked for the refill?
Somebody please tell me just what is so 'classic' about moxie's grill?
Honestly, Moxie's? It is like me opening my own restaurant and calling it: Hung.
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