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| - After having so-so experiences at two other Blueberry Hill locations, I decided to give this new one a try, mainly because it's conveniently only a few blocks from home. I was impressed by the new style of the interior, much more modern than the other ones. Unfortunately that's where my being impressed stopped.
We seated ourselves and were attended to quickly enough. Our server, whose name escapes me now, wasn't really rude, just kinda snippy with us when we asked questions, like if I could have my burger with no onions. She said it doesn't come with onions and they had to be requested, and I pointed out the top of the burger page where it very clearly says that the burgers come "dressed with lettuce, tomato, grilled or raw onions and pickle", and she insisted I was reading it wrong and seemed to speak to me like I was a dummy. Whatever, I worked all night and I'm not looking for a debate for my breakfast/dinner, I just want to eat. We settled on the breakfast of champions: two orders of bacon cheeseburger & fries. As I sat waiting for my food, I noticed that my fork was pretty dirty. I really didn't want to be "that guy" and gripe about a dirty fork, especially because I wasn't going to use it anyway, so I cleaned it with a napkin and put it back. The server brought out our drinks and two glasses of water.
When the meals came out, I was really expecting more. For $9.59 I got a medium size burger on a slightly hard bun, and what seemed to be a handful of fries. On the side were 3 sad-looking pickle chips - I guess a whole pickle, or at least a lengthwise slice, would be too extravagant. Having dealt with BH before, I knew better than to ask for some cole slaw, because that's going on the bill. The food tasted good enough, but I really cannot justify paying almost $10 for a skimpy plate of mediocre food.
What really ruined the experience for me was when I finished my iced tea, and went to drink the glass of water. My glass, which I hadn't really paid any mind to until then, was filthy. Hopefully it wasn't dirt, just residue from their dish detergent, but I still wouldn't want to drink from it, even with a straw. By this time I was truly over BH, and still wasn't feeling like arguing, so we paid the tab and left. I mentioned to the cashier about the glass while we paid and she went in the kitchen and scolded someone as we were walking out the door.
Like the saying goes, you never get a second chance to make a first impression, so I can now say that I'm truly done with Blueberry Hill - if you need me, I'll be at the Black Bear stuffing myself on huge, worth-the-price portions and dealing with friendly people.
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