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| - Unless this restaurant figures out how to handle the post game crowds, some crazy fan, high on their own testoserone is going to go ape shit over the lengthy, hostess-quoted wait times. They're going to get extra pissed off when they have to wait even longer to get service. And unless they get the girl I got tonite, it's all downhill after the wait.
Their lack of a system for the celebratory masses (luckily the Cards won today), sets the waitstaff up for shitty tips. My server had mercy on me and told me what to order if I wanted to eat right away. That left me ordering the Filet Mignon Chili and caesar salad combo. And my 2nd choice beer that I guessed they have, Sam Adams. They didn't have my beloved Newcastle.
Now the chili was good, but the idea of having filet mignon meat is all marketing goodness. Like I could taste the difference??? My filet mignon should be mooing in front of me after having been broiled to a medium rare perfection, not bobbing around in a bowl of tomatoes and other crap.
My friend ordered the Buffalo Nachos, which we found both strange and strangely good. And evenly though it was a plate piled high with chips, the cheese and everything else seemed thrown together, like the chefs said, we can get away with this one cuz who actually makes neat nachos.
I dole out the 3 stars for our server who gave us her best "this is the best I can do". I guess it was better than absolute crap.
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