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| - Here I am back at Flavatown. I am a fan of Guy's, and his menu, but GFLV really didn't live up to what I think Guy would expect from a restaurant which bears his name.
Upon arrival, I sat at the bar and was tended to by "Mike," who I would consider inept at best or else just plain rude. Either way, it was a start to a lackluster visit.
Caesars emailed me a coupon for a free beer which I tried to redeem. Even though the codes and terms were clearly on it, Mike had no clue, and made me wait over 15 minutes before I finally told him to just charge me for the beer as I was sick of waiting.
Next I ordered a 68 Cajun sandwich. I have enjoyed this at other locations, and know what to expect. Mike then demanded that I open a tab. I indicated that this would be all I wanted, but Mike refused to allow me to just pay for what I ordered. He claimed it was policy. I admittedly snarked back at this but begrudgingly capitulated. I would have just been annoyed if it wasn't for the fact that an attractive young lady sat next to me, ordered and he gave her the option of opening a tab or not...
Next up came my sandwich. I was heartbroken. The 68 is a chicken and andouille sandwich with onions peppers and celery in a butter/hot sauce served along with a melange of fries. Said fries tasted lukewarm as if sitting under a heatlamp for a while. The hoagie roll would not cut in half due to being rubbery. The celery was cut the long way making it hard to chew through. instead of the buttery sauce the sandwich was filled with straight hot sauce. And perhaps most offensive, the chicken tasted as if it were frozen in advance and microwaved, rubbery and tasteless.
I had high hopes for Guy's college hometown joint, but was totally disappointed. My advice, go to the White Castle across the street, sure they use frozen patties, but at least you know what to expect.
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