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| - Without a doubt the worst meal my fiancee' and myself have had. We've tried a few times to eat dinner here and each time the wait has been exceedingly long so we've skipped it. However one night it was storming so psychotically we postulated that no one would be crazy enough to want to go out to eat. Well, except us anyway. We arrived and sure enough there was no wait at all, and to top it off there was a parking spot right out front. Walking in and getting sat by the smiling hostess was pretty much the only good thing about this experience. We were sat at a table in the middle of the room surrounded by screaming children and people talking loudly on cell phones. We sat waiting for 10 minutes before being approached by our server. A male about mid 20's who had quite an annoying arrogance to him that almost turned our stomachs. The questions we asked about the pastas we've never ingested were answered with a snideness that even a smart-ass such as myself has yet to see in a waiter. She settled on The Manager's Favorite with the Clam and Mizithra Cheese. After a slight argument with the server on if that was what she really wanted and was sure she wanted it he finally wrote it down. Turning to me I ordered the Veal Parmigiana, he didn't seem to have anything to add so he walked away. 25 minutes later quite possibly the smallest plate of 2 kinds of past mixxed together is sat in front of my fiancee. What appeared in front of myself was a piece of breaded veal that was only slightly bigger than a poptart, and a pile of spaghetti the size of my fist covered by a marinara sauce that was pink and almost looked like liquid bubblegum.. I So wish I was making most of this up, but sadly its true.
Lets start with the fiancees' meal first, aside from the limit of pasta there was barely any clam sauce on half of it, she actually liked the favor of the cheese dish more so than the clam side of things, the clam sauce was far too salty and kept mixing with the cheese since it was together in 1 dish. You'd think you'd have some kind of splitter to keep the sauces from tainting each other. She says that the garlic butter that come out with the bread was the best part of the meal.
Mine on the other hand was a perfect example of how to completely screw up veal parmigiana. The breaded cooked breast was dry, tasteless, and tough. The pasta sauce had a flavor to it that screamed "I Should not be in this marinara sauce!" We pondered over it for at least 25 minutes passing the fork back and forth between each other trying to figure out what the particular spice or herb used to create the assault on my taste buds. We could not identify it and I felt quite depressed that I had let this bad meal get one over on me. On top of the flavor being something I have never had in my mouth before, it also had no cohesiveness at all, no matter how much I stirred/mixed/tinkered/padded/twisted I could not get the sauce to stick to the noodles.
We managed to shovel down only half of our respective meals before calling it quits. When the server noticed our plight he basically took the plates off our table with a few comments with an undertone of arrogance.
I think I have made enough of my point clear. We won't be giving this another shot, unless of course we're exceedingly drunk. Then it may be a possibility.
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