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| - This place got our business simply by default. We originally had plans to meet friends for weekend brunch at another restaurant nearby. The first choice restaurant had a wait time of 90 minutes for brunch. That sadly wasn't acceptable with a small child. Our friends suggested calling Chompie's to ask about their wait time. We did so, learned the wait was only 20 minutes and headed there. On the drive over, I remembered my only other experiences with Chompie's were at their Scottsdale location, and both experiences left me underwhelmed by both the food and the price to value ratio.
Having limitations on our restaurant budget, we like to feel we got real value for our hard-earned money. Value to us does not mean filling up at the feeding trough that is Golden Corral or thinking fine dining is "the" Outback, but we like to feel if we're paying $50 for brunch (WITHOUT alcohol), that it was delicious or unusual. We could have spent $50 for lunch at Pappadeaux and been completely thrilled.
The best thing about our visit was the nice corner table that gave us plenty of room to be comfortable and enjoy good conversation with our friends.
The food was very lackluster. Authentic Jewish deli? Hardly. Grandma Yetta is rolling over in her grave thinking about their kreplach. My husband spent almost $15 for the apple pancake with added scrambled eggs and sausage. I went with a corned beef sandwich, as at $13, it was one of the cheaper options. We both felt our choices were just meh, the corned beef flavorless and the apple pancake nothing special. Add in a pancake kids meal, 2 soft drinks, tax and tip and we were just north of $50.
Next time, I will have plenty of good suggestions for alternatives that aren't Chompie's. Sadly, I think they're still impressed that they were featured on Adam Richman's show, which was so 2010....
(By the way, the restaurant has no control over this, but I especially LOVED the table of frat rats kvetching about their hangovers and dropping f-bombs like they were Adderall pills at last night's rager, hello goofballs, there's an impressionable 2 year old boy RIGHT NEXT to you, take your potty mouths back to the dorm room).
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