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| - This is the third place in the past two weeks that was rated 4-5 stars on yelp that bombed. Even a few of my favorite reviewers from yelp gave this place five stars! Am I just picky? Most say yes, but after today's experience, I'm confident that's not the case.
On the outside, Sage has a lot going for it: intimate, home made style treats and charm. It's whats on the inside that counts and Sage's inside seems to be going bad, real quick. The place was empty which is usually a bad sign, but we decided to write it off to the -14 weather outside.
We ordered tea and coffee. My cup was covered in old coffee stains and his Americano bland, but we chose to turn a blind eye, as we just wanted to enjoy our Saturday morning brunch.
The food on first appearance looked fine and I was just hoping the taste would be its saving grace. First bite, underwhelming. He ordered the Salmon Benny on a homemade biscuit. The salmon was fishy, biscuit mushy and the potatoes undercooked. I ordered the Apricot Ricotta stuffed French Toast. It was a little dry and the filling cold, but was good enough to eat and get filled on. I decided to ask for some syrup as it was lacking in the sweet rich flavor you'd expect from Ricotta stuffed French Toast. After a generous pour of what I'm sure was Aunt J syrup, I took a few more bites and looked to my right. On top of the syrup were six tiny red ants that were feasting off the sweet sap. I looked down on the table and a few more scurried in front of me, trying not to be seen. This was not something you just shrug off.
I called the owner over and she immediately took it away and was very upset as well. She even said shit out loud as she hurried to the kitchen. She asked to make something else, but based on the lack luster flavor, ants and dirty dishes I started getting concerned about the overall sanitary conditions of the place. We asked for the bill and she comped my meal. I was a little shocked she charged for my partners as he hardly ate his either. But truthfully I was getting the sense they needed every last dollar.
Right before we left, a table that had just come in asked for some milk. She came over to our table and grabbed the left over milk cup and gave it to them. I was shocked. For all she knows, my partner could have sneezed or dropped food in it. That was the sign that Sage is slipping from the supposed once glory days to a deteriorating sad mess. What a shame; and I was really looking forward to it.
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