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We ordered an appetizer that had just come out. A manager came by to check on us, looked at the dish and asked, "What's that?" I kid you not. The manager could not identify it. And that was pretty much the highlight.
I had the "pulled pork," which I put in quotes because it had clearly been sliced, not pulled. It had solid chunks of fat and connective tissue that do not belong in pulled pork. If it had actually been pulled, none of those things would have been able to get in there.
To be fair, the fries were actually pretty good, about the only thing worth eating.
The staff was nice enough, but the managers were all over us asking how things were. We gave the "great, great" in a bid to make them go away. It was like, man, if you don't already know, nothing I can say is going to help.
As someone else mentioned, the girls were showing so much belly skin that even this red-blooded American male thought it not at all appetizing. I saw at least one older lady who was aghast that she was being subjected to this -- the others in her party seemed oblivious.
Hopefully whatever restaurant moves in after this one will have a better formula.
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