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| - I like to think I have a pretty good eye for restaurants - simply eyeballing a place will usually tell me roughly how good it's going to be. I eyeballed this place and my intuition told me: BAD. Or at least generic. Big sports bar, cheesy gimmicks, giant TV's, overly perky waitresses, a huge meandering menu, and empty tables everywhere.
But it was the only thing open at that hour across the expressway from my hotel so I didn't listen to my intuition, which was a good thing because it turned out to be great.
Dan ordered this monstrosity-sounding thing that was like a steak quesadilla stuffed with french fries. It came with the most nuanced salsa ever. I mean, I could taste every little spice that went into that bowl separately in my mouth, and every one of them tasted fresh. In addition to that, the quesadilla wasn't too greasy, the steak was not overcooked, and the french fries were somehow, despite being mashed into a quesadilla and fried, not mealy. Yum!
My hot garlic chicken wings, despite being placed roughly in the middle of the spice indicator on the menu, were so hot that when I brought them to my face I started coughing before they made it to my mouth. However, when they actually did make it to my mouth, it was a slow-burning spice, one easily extinguished by the bleu cheese dressing. Which was bland and slightly chemically on its own, but served its raita-like purpose nicely.
Were I ever to be in Monona, WI again (somewhat unlikely) I would come back.
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