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| - There is a saying: Sex is like pizza. Even if the pizza is bad, it's still pizza. When it comes to Joey's, sorry dear, I have a headache.
The decor: Musty, dark, old and scuzzy. I think it is supposed to be quaint and cozy. Maybe it was--in the Johnson administration. Now it's just very worn, sticky and dusty.
The service: Awful. Our waitress mumbled something about "them" baking the bread and not having any then disappeared for a very long time. Meanwhile the two other tables seemed to be getting huge baskets of bread. When we finally found the waitress, she insisted they had no bread, then came out bearing a small basket of stale white bread slices.
She took a ridiculous amount of time getting our drinks, taking our food order and bringing our food. We actually watched our dishes sitting under the heat lamp for a good 15 minutes before she thought to bring them to us. She stood in the back studying her order pad-- although there were only 2 other tables.
The food: Lame. Mon cher chou, for the first and only time in his life, did not finish his lasagne. He barely touched it. It was bland, mushy, watery, off-tasting and just --bleh.
My daughter's meatballs were white. White. Seriously. She had to ask me what they were. All filler-- no meat. Her soda had the unmistakeable taste of beverage lines that had not been cleaned in years.
My eggplant sandwich wasn't bad. It wasn't particularly good. Merely edible. I felt kind of queasy afterward.
So why do people rave about this place? Is it because it is in quaint little Chagrin Falls? Is it the Mama Santa's effect-- people have been raving for decades about it, so they continue to do so despite the current low quality of the food? Who knows.
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