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| - Here's a narrative: We were the only ones there when we walked in. The lights didn't seem to be on. The server seated us in a tiny booth and served us water, which she spilled all over my menu, saying Oops! and giggling and then walking away.
I ordered a decaf. The server said it would take a few minutes because it had to be brewed.
My husband ordered a coke. They had coke but no ice. The server got him a coke and then she came back with three ice cubes --I found some! she said. The coke was gross.
He asked for white toast. They had no white bread.
The food took an extraordinary amount of time to arrive. Two more people had walked in, so maybe this was a crowd for them. Overall, the restaurant didn't look like it got very busy. In some places, it looked like it was falling apart.
The food arrived eventually as did my decaf. We dug into our meals. I don't know if this is a Canadian thing or not, but both breakfasts we had, the one the day before and this one, came with orange slices we hadn't ordered. And the orange slices were delicious!
I ate some eggs. I looked at my husband. He had eaten some eggs. I asked, Do you like your eggs? He was like, Ummm... I was like, These eggs are gross. He was like, Oh, good, I didn't want to complain but they taste terrible. I don't know if they were powdered or old or the chef simply couldn't make scrambled eggs, but there was something really wrong with them. We ate as much as we could, and nibbled at the potatoes and I had some of my toast which was the best thing on the plate.
Then our side salads arrived. Yes, you read that correctly Our salads. The server was like, These come with your meal. And she put down two small bowls of salad that we could eat at 9AM. We did not eat the salad. We asked for the check. We left, kinda still hungry but too appalled to eat.
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