I used to like it here. So much that I drive in from the North side of the city. Now I'm literally sitting in the restaurant writing this because my disappointment is palpable.
I hate confrontation, I will do almost anything to avoid it. Which is why when I walked in with a 7 year old I was perturbed by having to ask for a kids menu. Even worse when after asking for it, instead of getting it she asked if we were ready to order. Do you know any telepathic 7 year olds? Because I don't.
So we order two one piece cods and a kids chicken fingers (fish is still mostly evil). And we wait. And wait. And wait.
Finally food. Except the cods are tiny and mostly batter, the fries are greasy and almost the size of quartered small potatoes and the tartar sauce has gone down to the tiny little sample cups that you can fit the tip of your thumb in. Really?
But wait, kids meal is.... Fish. This place is small, it's hard to confuse the only child in here. But it's fish, not chicken. It makes me wonder what she wrote down.
But I hate confrontation, so the kid eats it.
She didn't give a menu to the next kid who walked in.
I don't know what happened, but I'm not going back.