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The "lighter fare" wing to the Pier 4 Storehouse restaurant in the Harbourfront area, Wallymagoo's boasts having "the world's greatest pizza," and by the ships-ahoy looks of the place, I'd expect it to have decent seafood. But when I visited, all I was looking for was a basic, standard cheeseburger, and I was totally turned off.
Yes, the place is big. Yes, it looks like it could be fun. Yes, the yuppie Queen's Quay set seem to like watching their golf games on the huge TV while sipping their foo-foo drinks. Yes, it's conveniently attached to other well-reputed eateries in the Queen's Quay tourist mecca.
But, c'mon, how hard is it to screw up a cheeseburger, dude?
For the vibe of the place and the price, I expected a burger made from fresh ground beef. Nope, this was from the same variety of oval-shaped, thin, store-bought patty of processed filler that I could easily get myself at the local No Frills. Also, the side of fries seemed like a ridiculously small serving for the price.
With the nice table linen, the handsome services, the cute doily under my pot of tea, this less-than-mediocre fare seemed like an crime. My plate mocked me, laughing in my face about the $11 I was going to shell out for this abomination of a cheeseburger.
Wait. Did I say cheeseburger? My mistake, I received a hamburger. Ok, sez I to the server, just bill me for a hamburger instead. Aren't I nice? Server guy apologizes.
The bill arrives. Cheeseburger price remains.
They forgot food quality. They forgot the cheese. They forgot to adjust the bill. I forgot to leave a tip.
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