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| - I have to say, my food here was great. I ordered the sandwich that our waitress told us was the most popular one on the menu, the California Chicken, so I'm glad it lived up to my expectations. Adding bacon (if you follow my reviews I think you'll notice a trend here) cost me and extra $1.50, which I'd say is pretty standard.
We came on a Wednesday which is also $3 margarita and $3 chips and salsa day. We thought that the margarita sampler sounded fun because we were too indecisive to pick out one drink, so why not get three? Well, the sizes of these samples were comical, especially when you took the amount of ice into the equation. The blood orange tasted like tang, the watermelon jalapeno was decent, and the raspberry grapefruit was the best in my opinion, but it was quite sweet and they all were pretty watered down. When we got our bill I realized that the sampler was $9 (wasn't listed on the menu) - so the exact same price it would have cost us to get three full sized margs- I feel like as a server I would have mentioned that to my table, but nope, not here.
Okay, Okay. That's what you get for ordering margaritas at a microbrewery I know, I know. So from there we switched to beer. I ordered their Christmas Ale, which unlike the other infamous Cleveland Christmas Ale that takes offense to this, they as if you'd like a cinnamon sugar rim. All and all I thought it was a solid choice.
At this point we're done eating and ask for boxes. The waitress returns with them and asks if we wanted more drinks, to which we said no. I thought boxes + no more drinks usually = check, but nope. Not here. She left and disappeared for Forty. Five. Minutes. After almost an hour with our food boxed and drinks finished she came back and asked if we needed anything to which I chimed in "Checks!" and she acted totally surprised and went to get them. What?
Food and beer - tasty. Margs and service - sketchy.
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