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| - There is a small part of me that really wants to hold off on writing this review on the chance that I try them again. I sided on editing the review if that day arrives. For now, here is my tale of woe:
Seems this is a family-run location with a very busy usage on Sunday mornings. We waited a few minutes for a table and both the husband and wife owners kept us and other waiting well informed. They were kind, warm, and friendly. Hence the hesitation to review.
I ordered the Cuyahoga Heights deep dish breakfast. The waitress assured me that the cook would sauté the veggies. I asked her twice and twice she said they would be cooked. Her level of knowledge dove into the realm of nonexistent when I asked if the orange juice was fresh squeezed or not. She said she didnt really know and that it is poured from a plastic jug.
when the plate came out after waiting nearly thirty minutes, the veggies were raw, cool, and crisp. When the server was told this she said that the peppers and onions were in fact cooked. They were not and I showed her by snapping a piece of green pepper in front of her. I asked for it to be sent back and that I would not wish for anything else. I mean, who actually will eat food once it is sent back...spit anyone?
About thee minutes later she arrived with another plate. I told her that I did not want it. She put it down anyway and insisted that the veggies were cooked. Once again, they were not. She asked how I knew and after telling her that there was no way the cooks would be able to do so in less than three minutes, the onions were still crunchy as were the peppers.
When the check came she still kept them meal on the bill. The younger man acting as cashier removed the charge.
Not sure I will be back, which is too bad because we stay in this area almost monthly. Oh well, Bob Evans next time I suppose.
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