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| - When I was a child, my parents brought my sister and I here every so often for what we thought back then to a be a feast of feasts. Since then Red Lobster has lost her luster with increased independent competition and a sharpening of tastes, but sadly enough, old RL is still as good or better than some non-chains. She even matches nearby seafood restaurant Baltimore House in quality.
Why the hell did we come here? Sentimentality. I hadn't been to this Red Lobster in 10 years.
No, that's not really why we came. Well, partly. I hadn't Yelped it yet!
Kay's grandmother in Texas mailed us a $50 gift card for Darden group franchises. I'd already been to Bahama Breeze and Olive Garden (well, the one out here in West Mifflin, but that was 10 years ago...), AND we have no Seasons 22 in our metro area, so to the Cardinal Claw we came. There's the truth, spilled out onto the floor. Page the janitor.
A decent supper was had, and the service was more than that, our waiter accommodating us comfortably and unhurriedly despite our arrival 75 minutes before closing.
RL's food isn't inedible at all even though I've heard rumors, particularly through a co-worker who claims he used to work for the chain, that 80% of their menu is flash-frozen and merely re-heated. When I heard of this -- and to me it's highly plausible -- I immediately knocked my rating of the Robinson RL down a peg or two.
For $24.50, the Wood-Grilled Lobster, Shrimp and Scallops gets you a mighty hearty helping of oceanic critters to munch on, and while I wasn't in a reverie over any of it, it was all juicy, and when dunked into that clarified butter, hell I couldn't have cared less where it was caught. My hunger probably also allowed me to enjoy this more than I normally would have.
Our server was so honest, when I really wanted to splurge on a live lobster, he just pointed me to the aforementioned entree, saying "Dude, this is cheaper. Maximize your gift!"
Combine that with an acceptable side of slaw, a baked potato, those opiate-laced cheddar bay biscuits (don't eat too many), and a solid opener in the Lobster Artichoke dip (complete with freshly fried tortilla chips), and I really feel like I'd be a
cur if I gave them anything less than a 3. RL passes, not with streamers aloft, but she passes.
And if I gave them anything more than a 3, I'd hate myself. Nostalgia only goes so far.
P.S. We were honestly so stuffed, we didn't even consider dessert.
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