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| - I started going to Flo's years ago when they were still in their old diner building... where that structural park is now. I loved the ambiance and the food. They use to have an amazing brie and basil grill cheese sandwich. Mmm.... my mouth waters thinking about it.
Since they moved to their location on the 2nd floor of an office building, I have not been there. On a whim, I went there this weekend with some friends. Oh my, how things have changed. We ordered our food and waited.... waited... watched the table next to us be seated... watched them order their food... watched them get their food.... watched them almost finish their food ... and we were still waiting for our food. Honestly, doesn't it just burn when the people, seated after you, are finished their food before yours arrive. I finally flagged our waiter and inquired if our food order had been lost. He asked if anyone had ordered a hamburger. Yes, someone in our party did order one. Ah... that is why our food order was so late. It takes extra time for a hamburger. Wow... a hamburger takes extra time? Isn't a hamburger normal fare for a diner? Did they run out of ground beef and had to go find a cow to get some? Well... we waited and waited and FINALLY our food came.
I had the grill cheese which was very oily. Honestly, cheddar is too oily a cheese for this dish in my opinion. I think someone ate some of my fries or I would suggest they use smaller plates so the portion of plate to fries makes more sense. My g/f had a sandwich with a side salad. Honestly, the salad was only large enough for maybe 3 bites and she mentioned that the dressing was more bitter than she would had liked. She was hungry after her meal so she kept stealing food off her hubby's plate. Now, he had the big breakfast. By the time it came, he was so hungry, he wolfed it down but he couldn't bring himself to eat the sausage that came along with it. It was way too dry. Now, my hubby was the one who ordered the hamburger. Yep, he was the reason we were all forced to wait for our food. For something that takes so long to make, we were expecting it to be amazing. It wasn't. It was very dry. The word hockey puck was how he described it. He was still hungry after the burger and was stealing from my already low supply of fries.
Now, the place was packed to the rafters so I'm left scratching my head as to what happened. Here is my theory. I know that there are only a few diner restaurants left in the downtown area so sometimes, you have to take what you can get. I can't believe that the people are there for the food. My hubby said to me, as we left, that I had better hang on to those memories because this was no longer the same Flo's. Sad but true.
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