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| - My wife has been wanting to bring me here to check it out so we did today. She usually goes to the one in Chandler but she thought we'would check this one out instead as it was closer.
The ambiance of the place left a bit to be desired in my opinion. It didn't seem to have any central theme. Seriously, what's with the metal bull and matador in the men's room...hmmm. Anyhow, there are no booths which I hate - except a couple of half booth tables that were already taken. The music was too soft & low so you can hear people's conversations around you. So yea, I got a couple of eye ball daggers thrown at me. Some woman let her 2 kids run around the dining room like it was Chucky Cheese.
Food was actually rather good, even though it was difficult for me to come up with a good selection with the diet I'm on. We had an appetizer of humus that was artfully displayed on the plate with a dichotomous split down the middle with jalapeño cilantro humus on one side and red pepper humus on the other. My wife had the pita bread with it and ordered me some cucumber chips to dip - awesome stuff. You guys have that jalapeño cilantro humus nailed.
My wife had a Caribbean salad which looked like it was plucked fresh off the Chiquita Banana Ladies hat. Good looking artfully designed plate. She liked it.
I had a grilled chicken salad and asked for feta cheese on top. Salad looked great but our Patrick Dempsey looking server bolted before I could ask him for additional dressing. I forget that places like this literally spritz a single mist of vinaigrette on the salad in fear of offending Suzy slender bones that she's fat. Server McDempsey was no where to be found as I waited and waited painstakingly eating the dry salad. He got there eventually and I asked him for the dressing and he said, "Sure man." Then he went to the busser station and talked with someone, got a drink, rang an order, bussed some plates, and then got my dressing - dude Dempsey WTF.
The place left a bit to be desired but the food was good. In my opinion you need good food, ambient atmosphere, and efficient service - 1 out of 3 in these economic times ain't bringing me back in.
Moreover, the management staff needs to have a refresher course in hygiene with its employees. Now I'm no clean freak what-so-ever, Christ I used to drink out of the friggin' garden hose when I was a kid - ah who am I kidden, I still do. Anyhow, I'm looking over at a table with a woman who just sneezed all over the top of her drink - allergies I guess. Well she gets up and leaves and the petite bus girl comes up and bussed the tables and sticks her fingers inside of three glasses in order to carry them away to the bus station. She comes out with a clean rag to wipe the table and fresh silverware roll ups in the soiled hand - nice... Even worse I'm watching server McDempsey talk to another guy employee while he's running his fingers through his gelled hair, scratching his scalp and then rubs his nose with his thumb and index finger. He then goes and serves plates of food to the people next to us. Only good thing - the customer was the frigid woman who shot me the stink eye earlier. Here's to hair gel in your pita lady.
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