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| - Ah. Park on Fremont. I've passed it so many times while going up and down Fremont when out with friends, I've never even thought to come in and check out their selections. I tried it today... and wasn't too wowed by them. I made reservations, but found it unnecessary. The inside decor is very Tim Burton meets Anthropologie. They try but it's off a beat. It smells..like how you smell after a night out downtown - sweaty and dried alcohol. It really rubs you the wrong way. The wait staff was prompt, and she immediately offered to take our drinks order. Not too much selection but enough to wet your whistle. I got my usual jack and ginger, but apparently it's a mule here. Sounds good. My friend got the pillow talk. My drink was fine, nothing out of the ordinary, a bit weak. Hers had a description of so many yummy fruits, but when it came out there weren't any slices or anything. Weird. I mean we weren't expecting a sangria, yet still, at 10 bucks a drink, a bit of embellishment would be nice. She also said it was a bit weak. My other friend got the trophy wife, but she said her drink was good.
The food was okay. Nothing out of the ordinary and was okay tasting. The monte cristo wasn't even fried, nor was it sweet. My friends got burgers and they were okay, honestly in n out would've been cheaper and yummier. I can't get over the portion sizes- they're tiny! The place was nicely busy, but everyone seemed to be digging into their food. It seemed okay at best. I think this is where tourists come while day drunk.
The best part of the visit was the postcard bit. They give you a postcard to send while out lit. That's super cute.
Maybe as a local you expect downtown to just "get you" and try to make sure you're taken care of. We felt kind of jipped, when we were just hoping for a nice buzz. Win some, lose some. This isn't a win.
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