I have never tasted something and had an immediate association with a movie until tonight. The second the water hit my tongue I thought of Shawshank Redemption and knew that the river of shit that Tim Robbins swam through is the same water which was currently in the glass on my table.
Just as concerning as the taste of sewer was the waitress's reaction when I told her that something tasted very wrong with the water and asked for a diet coke: she had none. She didn't make any comment or ask me any question. She said, sure, I can bring you a diet coke. When she returned with the diet coke I inquired if anything in my glass from the pop to the ice cubes to the glass had at any point shared anything that could have been in my water. She said no, almost cheerily. To her credit she was like 17 and thinking of what she is going to wear to her prom, but WTF.
The ahi tuna was dry as shit and tasted as though I was eating something that had an adhesive layer I was meant to remove. I actually tried to remove part of it. No adhesive. Sadly.
This place is on my mother's "fabulous happy hours" list. I never had any faith in this list, but as I was just visiting in the past I played along, as she thinks that any place that has any kind of happy hour is fabulous. Now that I am going to live here, no more.