I used to love this chain. I remember breakfasts with my dad, and blackened chicken Caesar salads with perfectly cooked chicken and muffins for days. They've changed over the years. Service seems to have been the first thing to go. I was actually heading to The Keg tonight when I saw the familiar silhouette of Mimi's. Obviously, they are no where near similar in quality, but I was feeling sentimental and I thought I'd give them another chance. I know not everyone has had such bad history with this place, or they wouldn't be able to keep the doors open.
Unfortunately tonight was the final nail in the coffin. Server was antisocial. It seemed like my table was her kryptonite. She couldn't not wait to leave every time she stopped by. She took an absurdly long time to return. I was 3/4 done with my steak (not a true medium-rare, as hoped, but closer than most so-so restaurants have gotten ...I know I know, shame on me for ordering a steak here). Broccoli was DOA. Not a plastic surgeon in Scottsdale that could have brought the youth back to those cruciferous corpses. I enjoyed my salad (really just a handful of lettuce with a spritz of dressing) as an afterthought since it had been forgotten and she took so long to come back to check on me that Robin Williams showed up to ask "what year is it?". I said no croutons, but that didn't stop them! There were only 3 though, which begs the question of whether or not they forgot my request and that's just how many people are supposed to get in their opinion.
I gotta own this one. I knew better. I smothered my instincts with a pillow of denial and I paid the price.
I hate it here. You know who comes here? People who don't like food that much and who don't want to wait somewhere else for a table on a Friday night.
Goodbye, I say. Goodbye.