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| - The BF and I met up with a friend for dinner on a Friday night around 7 PM. It was when First Fridays were going on, so it was busy when we arrived (but not too crowded). The ambiance makes the place feel like a local dive bar, which we didn't mind. It seems like the kind of place that you can drop into for a cocktail on a nice Saturday afternoon. But...
The menu looks like it was written by a kid in the first grade. Some people would find that charming, but we found it a bit trying. Also, it was written on one piece of white paper. There were NO descriptions of any of the food. So we had to ask the wait staff about the items we were interested in, which would have been fine, but...
The wait staff. Hmph. A bit slow. And totally unknowledgable. They didn't know what was in the items. We asked, and then items showed up with things on it that we were not expecting (and didn't like).
The food was NOT GOOD. I ordered the shawarma. It was TERRIBLE. No flavor at all. The chicken was boiled and had no seasoning. The tahini sauce had no flavor at all. I asked for some taztiki sauce to see if it would help. It did not. It was the WORST shawarma I have ever had. However, the potato salad was tasty.
The BF had the lamb gyro which he said was nothing special (very average). And my friend ordered the italian sandwich, which he liked. For the price of the food, everything should have tasted better.
Drinks were expensive. A rum and coke in a place that looks and feels like a dive bar was $7. SERIOUSLY? Wow. Unless you go during happy hour, the prices don't seem worth it. They did have a good beer selection, and all of those (besides the super cheap ones) were $5 each. That seemed reasonable.
Finally, the music. Ugh. They had this guy with a guitar get up and sing/play. He was terrible. And it was SO LOUD we could barely hear each other. Plus the table behind of us of older hippies were doing shots and whistling at the end of each song. Getting rowdier and rowdier. Great for them that they were having a good time. Sadly, it just wore us out.
I doubt I will return to this place. And if I do, it will be for one drink, during happy hour, on a day when I can sit outside.
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