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| - We went for Thanksgiving. The service could not have been better; I left a 35% tip. The food was just alright: my turkey was thick-cut and dry; one friend said he hated his steak, but did not elaborate, the other loved his salmon. The sides were fine, though the green beans seemed not to have been cooked at all, merely warmed through. I don't want the typical casserole mush, but the moment at which green beans are done is also the moment at which you can no longer hear them when you chew on them.
These things aren't why I'm bothering to Yelp, however. Dessert was my real issue. Instead of offering individual portions of the three desserts they featured on the menu, the Terrace Room put before us a plate of what would have been respectable individual portions of all three desserts on offer, pumpkin pie, pecan pie, and a cinnamon-apple crisp, which we were expected to share. Naturally, we all wanted the cinnamon-apple dessert.
When I read the menu before making my reservation, I assumed I'd be able to choose the crisp, and my two friends would be able to choose whichever of the three desserts they wanted. One of the reasons I choose to go to a restaurant for Thanksgiving is that it's generally a good way to avoid being fed pumpkin pie, which I loathe, and which many, many home cooks have tried to force on me over the years, saying "Oh, you just THINK you hate pumpkin pie--that's because you haven't had MY pumpkin pie." Well, thanks Terrace Room, for force-serving us pumpkin pie (we left most of it on the plate).
Now...where shall I eat next Thanksgiving?
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