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| - I dined here for a work dinner. My evening started out interesting as I was parking. I had to park at the complete opposite end of the area we were meeting at. Was the parking lot full? No. Was there construction in the parking lot? No. Almost every car was parked either in between the lines or not even in a parking space. If members here are so bad at parking, I hate to think how terrible their golf game is.
The evening started with drinks. I ordered a cocktail and received what looked like a properly made one. Excellent! I started drinking and noticed something off. The cocktail was extremely weak. Now, I'd expect this nonsense at Applebee's, but at a country club? Wow, ok then. After a while, we sat down inside, and I ordered another of the same cocktail. You know what I love? When I re-order a cocktail, but the second one looks nothing like the first. I'm kidding, I hate that, and it really makes me question who made my drink.
So, now it's time to order our food. I opt for a ribeye because I figured that is the one cut of meat that no one can mess up. I was wrong. Despite ordering it as medium rare, my ribeye was medium in some places and medium well in others. I got to hand it to the chef. Even when I first started grilling, I was never able to mess a ribeye up this badly. My sides were no better. My green beans? Hard as a rock. My mac and cheese? Tasted like it sat in an oven a few hours too long and dried up in the process. I'm starting to think that the entrance to Quail Hollow is really a warp that drops you off inside a Chili's.
The whole evening left me very puzzled. I've probably dined at a dozen country clubs across the country, and all have been good, but Quail Hollow sure did miss par.
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