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A burger-centric bar that has some decent beer. What could go wrong?
Sadly, just about everything. The space is awkwardly designed with ugly "decayed-deco" cement walls with exposed rebar and concrete wire that was very off-putting, and in the center, dividing the booths from the bar, is a viking long table that is supposed to be the tool for "meeting friendly people." It does not work. No one wanted to sit in the middle of a small room and have a restaurant watch them eat. Also, the stools are mounted to the floor just a few inches too far so that every person at the bar has to hunch and sit precariously forward to keep their balance. Why?
I chose a beer from the tap that I had not had before. I love trying new beers. Especially local. Ohio Brewing Company Cardinal Red. Sound awesome, right? Well, not if the keg system has been flushed improperly. No beer should taste like salt and sanitizing solution. Boo on you. Never screw with a man's beer.
The whole reason I chose to eat at this place was to try the food. And that too was less than promised. I ordered the Crouching Tiger, Hidden Bacon wonton burger. I ordered it without any changes or substitutions, medium. Medium means some pink, right? I don't know anyone who would disagree with that. The menu listed the ingredients as "A burger with pork shoulder in an Asian-style BBQ sauce with wonton and bacon." That sounds amazing and inventive, right?
What I got was a well-done patty with dried out pork and poorly cooked bacon, oddly over-cooked wontons and a ton of sauce to try and mask it all. When a restaurant makes a mistake on my food, I will send it back. I don't like to, because I know cooks make mistakes and they are human. But I did not send this back. There was no saving it. I had a bad beer taste in my mouth already and just wanted to leave. In fact, I left my beer unfinished at the bar. The guy next to me, who was getting hammered at 8pm, took it as soon as my back was turned and began drinking it. Wow. Then he coughed and threw it back on the bar. That says plenty.
My girlfriend got the On The Farm burger and said it was mediocre. Her bacon was the same as mine, but she found it at least somewhat enjoyable.
I left this place wishing I had come on a different night, or waited until they had their cooking down. Unfortunately, what I had experienced made me know I was not going to return to give them another chance. Not even for the fries, which were the only part of the meal I enjoyed.
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