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| - We arrived fairly early on a Thursday so no problem getting a seat. Ordered a pinot grigio...my first mistake. Comes room temperature, when I tell her its warm, she goes, you wanna ice cube? Ummm, no, I want a glass of undiluted cold white wine, but if the ice cube is all you've got, I'll take it. She goes on to tell me she had just opened the bottle. You might want to refridgerate the rest of the bottle...and the others.
We started with the deep fried dill pickles. Deep fried dill pickles should not look like that. They were medallions. That's just wrong but they weren't bad. Would have been nice to have some cool ranch to go with them but they gave us chipotle without asking what we wanted.
We then ordered the pork poutine, and the half chicken with beans and creamy coleslaw. Loved the poutine, but I've had better chicken from the grocery store rotisserie. It was so dry I asked for bbq sauce, thought I could smother it a bit. She asks me, do you want mild or spicy. Mild please. Squirted bbq sauce all over my chicken to find out mild means hot. I'm assuming the spicy means suicide. I couldn't eat the chicken, not that I wanted to anyway, it was awful. So incredibly dry. The beans had a musty taste (baked beans should not taste like that) and the creamy coleslaw was so salty I couldn't eat it either. And I like my salt, trust me.
Was hoping to love this place but it just left a bad taste in my mouth. Literally
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