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| - I eagerly awaited the debut of The Bar, so close to home that I could walk there. Well, I could. But I didn't. Construction seemed to take forever, so I assumed that it would be a really great-looking place. Never assume, my mama always told me.
Except for the huge bar in the heart of the oddly-shaped room, we were struck by the very ordinariness of the dingy brown booths, and how few tables there were. In fact, there's only one table-height table, and that has half a booth for seating. There are a few larger oblong pub-height tables, and all the rest are booths - raised booths. And not one of them was made for short people like us. Oh, they had footrests, but those were narrow and recessed underneath the seats. So our feet dangled uncomfortably, like little kids, during the entire meal. Even one of the workers, who shall remain unidentified to protect his/her job, must have noticed our discomfort, and remarked that they'd told the owner more than once that he needs more "real" tables.
It's a bar, so of course there are lots of TVs. For half of our meal we were the unfortunate witnesses to two tables screaming at each other non-stop as a football game was playing out. Not the bar's fault, of course, but the cacophony further added to checklist. We breathed a sigh of relief when they finally cashed out and left. I guess it comes with the territory.
On the positive side, our server, Jamie, was terrific - charming, patient, and attentive.
We ordered a Reuben and a pastrami, both on pretzel buns, adding a side salad. My husband had soup instead of fries, I had the tater tots, and we shared the sandwiches. The soup, chicken vegetable, was excellent and not oversalty. I don't quite understand why there's an upcharge for having it instead of the fries/tots choice. We also ordered a side salad, and that was NOT excellent. Iceberg lettuce, some of it brown, cucumber pieces that were frozen/defrosted, and lots of tiny salami slices, with cheese and some tired croutons. When this ghastly mess was pointed out, there was no attempt to change it or remove it from the bill, but it truly was awful.
The meats in our sandwiches were good, though I couldn't distinguish the corned beef from the pastrami. The pretzel buns were anything but - didn't look like 'em, didn't taste like 'em. Reubens should have sauerkraut, not cole slaw, as this one did, and this cole slaw had too much mayo and was too drippy to be on a
'wich. Overall, though, the sandwiches passed muster. But not mustard, which we had to ask for, though the menu said the pastrami came with stoneground mustard.
I checked out the patio. Oh, that's where the tables went! It's a big patio and it could be beautiful and inviting. No fire pit. No heaters. It's just a place that holds the tables that should be inside, at least some of them. It's fine if you want to sit outside, but it's not compelling.
In the end, it was an okay experience. Not A-okay. Just okay. I wanted to love it.
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