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| - I love it when coupons come in the mail for places we've never tried before, especially when they're gaming joints. We don't usually gamble at these places, but we like that kind of atmosphere and they generally have decent, sometimes wonderful, food. We had high hopes for Timbers, but the reality didn't meet our expectations.
It's a rare bar these days that doesn't have cider on tap, but Timbers was that rarity, so I went with my old standard glass - in this case half-glass - of wine, while hubby had a draft. No prices on a single item on the bar menu.
Herb had a side salad before his main course. It looked great in the pic I took, and I was going to have some, but when I brought it closer to me I noticed a bunch of dark green slimy lettuce pieces floating through it. I picked some out and gave it back to him. He's not as particular or squeamish as I am. His Fish and Chips were good, but his fries were drenched in so much salt that I couldn't even brush off any of it. I had just a couple, for which he was thankful. Again, if it's food, he'll eat it.
Update: After posting this review, I looked at my photos. You CAN see some of the rotten lettuce!!
I ordered the Southwest Burger, medium. It arrived dry, beyond well-done, and charred beyond recognition. It would have taken dental records to identify it. While I was waiting for its replacement, it occurred to me that the food had come out awfully quickly, and so I think that it's all pre-cooked and reheated when someone orders it. When the new burger was delivered, I had high hopes. It was glistening on top; maybe it was cooked right? Nah, the inside was well-done again, just not as dead as its predecessor. I had cole slaw instead of fries, and it wasn't worthy of its title: no mayo, no vinegar, no seasoning, just shredded cabbage. I had asked for the chipotle mayo for my burger on the side, and when I mixed some of that in, it was good. Kitchen, take note.
I always leave my last sip of wine, or whatever I'm drinking, for the very end, right before we leave. That's my "one for the road." The final straw? Apparently, while my husband was checking over the bill and I was looking at the TV, the waitress swooped in and took both glasses away. Neither of us saw her do it, but they were gone, along with my last gulp. Inexcusable, IMO. We tipped her anyway, but gifted a couple at the next table with the remaining coupon. We'll have no use for it.
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