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| - We ended up at Kickshaw because my parents couldn't get a table at what is reputed to be a much better restaurant.
The best part of the meal was the cocktails. I had an excellent dirty martini (called filthy) and my wife was pleased with her sidecar. From that point, things took a clear, but slow and steady decline. We tried to order the charcuterie plate starter, but it was unavailable because they were out of that and because they were changing the menu on Monday (this, on a Saturday night). So we ordered the locally sourced cheese platter. We were presented with four miniscule pieces of cheese, a few small pieces of bread, a handful of mixed nuts, and some grapes -- overpriced at $12. We were told we'd have some sort of bread on the table, but that never materialized.
After being pestered by the waiter a few too many times (admittedly, one of my pet peeves), we ordered our entrees. My rack of ribs was decently cooked, but smothered with a non-descript barbecue sauce and accompanied by a smallish pile of bland mashed potatoes and a dark pile of what turned to be, on closer investigation, a mush of chopped raisins and shredded red cabbage, cooked into submission.
It seemed as though all four of us might be interested in dessert, but it was not to be. Of the eight items on the menu, only two were available, again because they were changing the menu in a couple of days. This time, the hapless waiter took the opportunity to tell us about the excellent creme brulee that would be available on Monday, when the started serving the new menu. We were not only unable order from the existing menu, but where then told about something that would be on the new menu that we could not have (and I love creme brulee, so that was particularly galling).
Oh, and one more thing -- all of the glasses, for wine, water or cocktails, were covered with water spots. That's just unprofessional.
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