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| - I was in Brampton (I know, right?) for a basketball tournament and needed a place to grab lunch. My teammates recommended this place because it was nearby and they said the menu was great.
Imagine Sunset Grill, but not as nice. The setup in general is pretty strange: You order from a menu (hung from the ceiling on bristol board or something), then you pay, then you sit down. You have to pick up your own cutlery and condiments at the other end of the restaurant. The funny thing is, nobody tells you this, and there are no signs explaining it. When your food is ready, someone walks around the restaurant attempting to identify you by some statue they hand out when you order. Our waiter wandered around aimlessly until we convinced him that the order that he was carrying, which was getting cold, was actually ours.
I was a little bit lost when I went to pick up my cutlery. Another customer, waiting patiently behind me, said, "Oh, these are the spoons. That bin is for clean spoons, this bin is for dirty spoons." I don't consider myself a restaurateur or anything, but why in the hell would they let customers leave dirty friggin' spoons beside the clean spoons?
The food itself is average. I ordered spaghetti and meatballs. I'm pretty sure the meatballs were from Costco because I know a Costco meatball when I eat one. It came with buttered toast, even though the cashier said it didn't.
I didn't really like my experience overall. I definitely would not go here if I knew there was a Sunset Grill or Cora's nearby. Price-wise, you get what you pay for. Maybe I'm just spoiled or have high diner standards. Or maybe I'm just traumatized by the fact that in some parallel universe, someone has used a dirty spoon for their meal.
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