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| - My friend wanted to try the Flying Fig so I checked it out. When I called to inquire if the meat was antibiotic free, Josh said he didn't know - that he was "just the host"; he repeatedly suggested I could "look on the web" for the answers. Yes, really. Finally, a manager came on the phone and supplied the product information for the business.
With that intro, it should not have been surprising that the evening was both underwhelming and frustrating. The offerings were surprisingly limited, the menu was inaccurate (the no substitutions rule applies to all seven (yes, only seven) entrees, not just the $22 burger as written on the menu), the staff was as ignorant and indifferent as Josh was on the phone ("I'm just the server"), the decor was either intentionally ironic or unintentionally hideous, and the bartender was so intent on impressing with his knowledge of aperitifs that his every booming word could be understood across the room - how sports bar.
As far as the food, the empanada was mercifully good, the soup of the day meager, bland, and contained a common allergic ingredient that the server didn't share - "oops", he later said), the meat came out undercooked - TWICE (the kitchen staff seemingly intent on proving once again they were not there to accommodate paying guests), the other main course was adequate although overpriced by a third. Thank goodness for the yummy dessert - it took some of the bitterness out of the meal.
It's easy to see why the flying fig was mostly empty on a weekend evening. Maybe someone should tell the owners that there is no lack of competent competitors? Or maybe they would shrug and just say they are "just the owners". Surreal.
(The empanada and dessert merit the second star; if only a meal could be made from those - and enjoyed offsite.)
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