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| - This place is the keeper of space cadets.
Our friend had recommended this place as a dinner option for the evening, commending it's dive-y, unique feel and boasting about the library. It sounded endearing enough so off we went.
The inside is pretty dated, retaining much of the original fixings right down to what may be the saddest looking carpet I've seen in a long time. The air is bit musty, but that's to be expected in an older building. There is in fact a miniature library with loads of books lining the room, a pool table, foosball table and a...vending machine (What the???)
We had a total of 3 waiter(esses) that night. Waitress number one was grumpy space cadet, waitress number two was queen space cadet, and waiter number 3 was the only one who seemed to have any idea what was going on.
GSC (Grumpy Space Cadet) took our drink orders and appetizer orders before scurrying off, never to be seen again.
QSC (Queen Space Cadet) had to come back for our order all of 3 times because she couldn't seem to get it quite right; then she challenged my boyfriend by telling him what he wanted to order didn't exist, "Dude, what are you talking about, we don't serve that here." Then he kindly pointed it out for her, and she made a weird nervous chuckle, "oops, sorry, that must be new." Really? These menus look like they haven't changed in years. The entire time she seemed to stare off lost in space, it was no wonder she couldn't remember anyone's order.
Waiter number 3 swung by to grab another drink order, and was the most pleasant out of all of our servers for the evening, and honestly, the only one who did any quality control that night.
After about 20 minutes we put in an order for the bruschetta and the deep fried pickles...the bruschetta is basically a sandwich roll that's been sliced in half, then quartered and toasted. In a bowl in the middle, is a bunch of chopped tomatoes and a sprinkle of parmesan cheese. The deep friend pickles were disappointing, the texture was correct, but the taste was way off, and a bit freezer burned. (Seriously, how do you mess up deep fried pickles?)
40 minutes later we got our mains, from the appetizer experience, I was worried that my chicken fingers might come under cooked... but what I should have been worried about was overcooked chicken fingers; I had to aggressively pull them apart because cutting wasn't doing the job. My boyfriend's caramelized onions were...purred onions, which made us both laugh.
Trying to settle the bill was impossible, with servers every where but at our table. Waiter number 3 swung by and asked us if everything was good, and we asked for the bill: he asked us to meet us at the bar as he wasn't sure what we ordered...well, can't say we blame you, no one else seemed to know what we ordered, either.
Not in any hurry to come back to this place. The intention of this place is good, but it leaves little to be desired -- the vending machine should have been the warning sign.
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