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| - Wait a minute...Are you trying to tell me that Chef Emeril "BAM, my flavor is going to slap your mama in the face" Laggasse is to blame for this place? I don't believe it for one second. Why would a chef who made a name for himself using Cajun spices, create a concept that is challenged by almost any other sports bar ANYWHERE in the US?
I was there with a group of people for a work function. The set up was nice, we had a private room with our own bar and a table full of apps. Ill give credit where credit is due, the wings were very good. But every other app (veggie plate, egg rolls, fried something gross, pigs in a blanket) were all mediocre at best. It tasted like they had an industrial sized box of anytizers that they just cranked out to keep our party of 20 fed.
The main meal was not much better, between the cheese burger and the upscale steak sandwich, I was just not impressed. The sandwich was overcooked, the bread was bland, and the blue cheese and onion mixture reminded me of a recipe in "My first cook book." But again, credit must go to the Parmesan truffle fries that came on the side, they were incredible.
The service is the only reason that I am not giving one star. All of the people who worked our room were very attentive, friendly, and personable. They worked very hard to ensure that we had a good time and always kept our drinks topped off.
Also, Emeril,...Work on the sports memorabilia on the walls. The unsigned $7 Brett Favre jersey that you clearly bought at Kmart and framed brings the ambiance down. I have a drawer full of old Jersey's with no value, let me know if you run out.
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