Sometimes when I'm at work and I get overloaded, I go into old-people f*#k mode, ie; any way to get the job done.
I suspect that's how the chef functions at AF when the place is packed to the gunwales because my herb roasted chicken sandwich, a long standing favorite of mine became my least favorite...all in the space of one visit.
I've rarely had a bad meal here, but Saturday, the place hosted every old woman's birthday, baby shower, and all-around chick event. I think the kitchen panicked and started throwing shit on plates like monkeys were ruling the kitchen.
Anyway, it wasn't good.
Come here when it's not so packed and you don't have to listen to the gay couple next to you bragging about their trip to Barbados and how they frolicked nude on the beach.
The image of swinging dicks combined with a bad sandwich was over the top.
Glad I have a Xanax prescription.