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| - Boxwood, what happened to you? You were that little engine that could, defying the odds with your little size and questionable location. You shone like a beacon, drawing in fans to the once drug-infested Memorial Park, with your service, hearty food, and tranquil patio. But on our last visit, that beacon seemed to have dimmed somewhat.
Starting with the service, which have been quite good in the past, but this time there seemed to have been a confusion as to whose table we were. We had a rotating tag-team duo, of sorts, looking after us, with one that seem inexperienced and the other following up to troubleshoot. Common sense dictates that if coffee is ordered, a spoon should go along with the cup. When someone asks for cream, don't bring milk. Make sure everyone has cutlery. And check the food before you bring it to the table in case the kitchen forgets something. But these are all minor nitpicks that can easily be resolved. The food, however, might require a bit of an overhaul!
I always order the porchetta sandwich, as it is their signature dish. Instead of the thick, hand-sliced pieces of pork, I got these thinly-sliced pieces like the kind that you buy over the counter at any deli. It's obviously been sliced on a machine because it was uniform and cold. They must've pulled it 'fresh' out of the fridge instead of their rotisserie. My GF ordered one of their daily specials, lamb meatloaf with a side salad with vinaigrette. For $12, we expected something more than the measly 4 oz piece of cold meatloaf with a small salad that was missing the dressing. We didn't know if the little bit of un-dressed greens were suppose to be a salad or a garnish. Again, the dish was served cold, out of the fridge instead of the oven. It was as though we were served last nights' leftovers instead of the daily offerings!
Through it all, we sat alongside 13 Ave. which is entirely under construction. We had a great view of the 10 ft., orange-coloured, steel fencing that ran down the length of the street. It's like having brunch at the DMZ along North Korea. Good thing it was a Sunday and there was no construction crew working. Should there be any wind, you'll be getting a mouthful of dirt along with your meal.
Here's hoping that like 13 Ave., you're just going through a phase. That our experience is not indicative of what you're truly capable of. And, hopefully, after all the repairs' done, you'll be back to your former glory.
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