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| - Stopped in last Saturday with the lady, 8:30 or so. Original plan was to finally get to Hook & Hoof, but the wait there was over an hour. Morehouse, on the other hand, was empty. Here's why...
We were not greeted for a couple minutes upon entering. Reason being is that the hostess was doubling as the sole waitress. Call offs happen, I hope. Appetizers were deviled eggs and calamari, both quite delicious and came out quickly. Entree for me was pick two BBQ, brisket and ribs. Brisket portion was small, but the more troubling fact was that only half of the small portion was edible. The other half was a series of burnt, dry strands. Now the bad.... the ribs. Skimpy, over charred to a strange crust I will never even understand and worst of all, an overwhelming taste of lighter fluid. Pure lighter fluid. Absolutely intolerable to eat. When I politely brought this point to the attention of the hostess/waitress/onlypersonaround, the response was a *shrug* "thats weird." Yes miss, weird indeed. In this situation I am not expecting the entire meal to be comped, but at least a glimmer of empathy to justify the 20% you are going to receive on $70 worth of indigestible poison.
Made it to Hook after for cocktails, they were fantastic.
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