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| - The first thing I wanted to do, when I walked in here at about 4:40pm on April 12th 2017, was to apologize to the stoic individual/Chef(?) taking my order, I appeared to be inconveniencing him, it appeared that the bugger all that he was doing prior to us walking in must have been bloody engrossing, because he was clearly not pleased to see us. Maybe it was the fact that the empty room that greeted us now had me and my partner and, to set the crisis bells ringing, ONE more customer had walked in behind us too. No wonder he wasn't smiling.
He grudgingly took my order, he didn't seem to want to look me in the eye, I wasn't sure if he was medically diagnosed as blind or maybe his disappointment at having customers had put him into an angry, anti-zen like state. My wife asked if she could get crispy onions on her burger, this was obviously far too complicated a question, as he looked away from us, pointed in the other direction and just said "they're over there". Not sure if at some point some terrible event had occurred "over there" and we had cruelly brought all those painful memories back.
Almost $34 later, we went to our table, he said he'd shout when our burgers were ready. The moment came, I got what I asked for, my wife inquired about the crispy onions again, "oh, you have to pay for them", well of course, but it's a bit late once the F'ing (and I don't mean flipping) Burger was done. We got our fries, onion rings, and burgers, I hoped this would be amazing. Got to the table no drinks, I had to ask "do we just raid the fridge over here?" "Yep". Ok, thanks for letting us know.
So, I will say this, anyone who can make a slice of cheese appear to be on a burger but not actually taste like it even exists must be some kind of genius, this was Schrodinger's cheese, it was both there and not there at the same time. The burger was blander than an Ed Sheehan album being covered by Sting. The fries were OK, I wish had used then to shove in my ears to prevent the "50s Rock 'n Roll music from irritating me to near death, even the happy-go-lucky "chef" had an earbud in, maybe he was listening to a podcast of "How Not to Give a Shit on a Daily Basis", if he was, he certainly took every word of it quite literally. I would never go here again. I was so angry I wished i just threw the $34 in a drain and gone without.
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