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| - I have a hard time giving the Pickle Barrel 4 stars. In my mind, it's a 2 or 3 star kind of place, but I tell you what - when I went there today, it was fantastic.
I rolled in, and found myself quickly greeted by our server: Batman. I'm not saying that Batman wore a cape and a cowl, or anything like that (pretty sure that's against Pickle Barrel regulation - much like playing any music that wouldn't find itself at a modern day Bar Mitzvha).
How did I know our sever was Batman? Did he strike a certain resemblance to one Millionaire Bruce Wayne? No. Did I possess detective skills greater than that of the worlds greatest detective? Again... no. (I mean, you don't even need great skills to learn the secret - just follow a tunnel in your house, or steal the wheels from a car, or - you know - have your parents murdered in a circus accident.) But I did none of these thing. I knew, for his name tag told me so.
Moving right along to the review:
Batman took our orders quickly, chatted about where we were from, what we were up to, and how our day was. All of this happened while orders were being readied, and water was being poured. This did not take up time in the way annoying server banter often can. This was a fully integrated experience (like the type you get when on a cruise ship.)
My water was never more than half empty (one of the most upsetting things is having an empty glass for half of a meal. I had no worries here.)
Not only that - the food was good. I broke free from my traditional order of Hot BBQ sandwich and tried the Ruben. It was pretty good. I had offers of fancy sauces to dig my fries in - ranging beyond the ketchup, mustard, hot mustard, mayo, options.
The deep fried pickles? They weren't so great - truth be told. Too hot, the batter flies off the pickles, and you one get five quarters for five bucks. Not even the solitary onion ring that holds them together can make up for that.
So it's not a five star - but with service like this, I've rarely enjoyed a dining experience more in public.
You know - I would go so far as to write a letter to the company about how fantastic this young man was, but - alas - I know not his name. Who was that unmasked man, I will forever wonder. But truth be told, it matters not - for he has but one name is restaurant greatness:
Batman.
And that's enough for me.
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