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| - This place had impressed us in 2007. So, while vacationing in Phoenix yet one more time, we were trying to re-live good old times, we returned. Sadly, this time it was not meant to be a happy experience for all.
Seeing meatloaf on the menu is Mr. B's signal to stop looking. But, too bad. This meatloaf sandwich was beyond salty. I think if the chef had practiced some restraint on the salt, the meatloaf might have been wonderful. It had a unique sweetness (perhaps the bell pepper?) that I thought was good. But then there were also the powdered mashed potatoes covered with a salty brown gravy and the overcooked green beans. Frankly, it did not cut it. I knew I would hear about it later.
My breakfast was supposed to be a home baked biscuit topped with ham and egg and gravy. I requested my biscuit be served separately and they kindly provided it on a separate plate with some butter. Huge and thick it was, but you and I know being big does not necessarily make it better. This biscuit was dense and doughy. I was going to give it the benefit of the doubt and picked out one blackberry jam packet from a carrier set on the table. And lucky I did. The waitress came by and smilingly asked me if I had enough jam. Not getting her drift, I said yes. Then she, without further ado, commandeered that little jam organizer and presented it to another table. Whut? Is this yet another recessionary tactic?
My eggs were scrambled nicely. And the smokey ham was thinly sliced and tasty. The sausage gravy was delicious. But I was still reeling from the jam thievery. As it turned out, I was not that impressed with the biscuit and ended up leaving the outsides on the plate and eating the buttered innards with my teaspoon of jam. So I guess she did me a favor so I wouldn't eat so many carbs without thinking.
BTW - The hashbrowns were perfect. Soft inside and crispy outside. Ate em all.
Coffee is by Farmer Brothers. A brew that is too light for my liking. I passed.
So, while my breakfast was OK, the meatloaf was a complete let down.
I doubt I will be able to get Mr. B back. Once bit, twice shy.
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