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| - From start to finish (which came 25 minutes later than it should have because of poor service), this was a miserable experience. If you are fortunate enough to make it into the restaurant without having been run over by a traffic jam of motorized scooters in the "Rocksino," you will be seated in what appears to be an upscale steak house. But looks are deceiving. The "upscale" salad bar is filled with uninspiring basics, such as you might find at your local Ruby Tuesdays. I made the mistake of ordering Surf and Turf. Little did I know at the time that, apropos of the restaurant's namesake, the "Surf" (judging from its size, the tail of a dwarf lobster) turned out to be the rubbery consistency of a football, and the "Turf" a nondescript, tasteless cut of beef, might just as well have been cut from the same dirt in which Bernie drew up his last, legendary touchdown pass to Michael Jackson (née Dyson, or was it the other way around). Not to be outdone by the poor quality food, the service was equally subpar. We waited interminably for each course, which, given how unappetizing the food turned out to be, might have been a blessing in disguise were it not for the fact that we had a concert to attend.
This was our first (and last) visit to Kosar's. Perhaps it may once have been a quality restaurant. But, at least as of recently, it had -- as someone once said -- suffered from diminished skills.
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