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| - I wrote this review in July on my cellphone, but I guess it's been sitting since then, waiting for me to post it.
The food here was passably good/okay. Our general feeling was one of "rushed". It was shortly after ten am on a very hot July Saturday.
We've seen this place during the winters, and it's usually packed to the rafters with a full patio and a crowd waiting out front. Today, it was comparatively light and we were seated immediately in a spacious booth. Like, seriously tons of room. So nice. I hate feeling cramped.
There were water glasses on the table, as well as coffee mugs. But at no time during our stay did either of us receive any water.
I didn't notice, because I had ordered iced tea. However, my handsome date ordered coffee, and then the biscuits and gravy. He's not a complainer, so it wasn't until I asked him toward the end of our meal "How are the biscuits and gravy?" And he said they were very good, had a little spice to them, which he would have enjoyed more if he wasn't so thirsty.
Right then, the bill was dropped on our table, and I realized that the bill had actually been folded up and dropped by the waitress BETWEEN our dry and empty, never-used water glasses.
As she walked away, he thoughtfully remarked, "You know...she was at our table 5 or 6 times asking what we wanted to order, but then someone else brought the food, and we didn't see her again until she dropped the bill."
He was right (and that's the most complaining I've *ever* heard him do). He loves potatoes (LOVES... Like... Inappropriately loves, would eat for every meal, doesn't care if there's nothing all week for dinner but microwaved potatoes, ADORES) and he hadn't touched his breakfast potatoes.
I asked why... "They weren't done enough to eat, still crunchy," he said. And that's when I knew that his meal had probably been as close to restaurant hell, for him, as any human should have to endure. It's 109 today, he had hot coffee, spicy gravy on biscuits, no water, and his raison d'être (potatoes) were inedible. I poked one and it was thoroughly hard. Upon visual inspection, still had the slightly shiny translucence of raw potato, vs the white "fluffy" look of cooked potato.
My only complaint, personally, (until I saw how much he had endured with the patience of Job), was bacon that was floppy vs crisp. But bacon is like sex... Even when it's not the best, it's still BACON. I had eggs and pancakes, both pretty good, neither outstanding or in any way noticeable as very good or very bad. I am not sure the butter was butter, might have been a margarine of some sort. It never melted into the pancakes as butter does.
That said (I know it's a lot), I think that if our waitress (Cindy/Cyndi/Cindi ..sp?) had been even marginally present after the food was ordered... Like spread out those 5-6 "Have you decided yet? Have you decided yet? Have you decided yet?," which started as we were seated an then came about every 75 seconds... and felt slightly harrassing... maybe just spread those visits over the course of our stay, that might have resulted in us having water, or me receiving at least one top-off of my single (plastic) cup of iced tea. It my husband having a chance to ask if someone could please cook his potatoes?
It would have been expected and totally normal, for service and food to be rushed... If they'd been packed. But they weren't. There were plenty of empty tables, nary a soul on the patio, and no one waiting to be seated.
I can see potential and some of the food was good... Servers get to have an "off" day too, we may try again some other time.
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