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| - Don't be fooled by any of the atmospheric "qualities" or affirmative jargon used by GLOW; it's a sham. A deception. A total crock of shit. Not even steaming shit--
NOTHING about this restaurant could produce steam, heat, or anything that sizzles. It isn't hot, it definitely isn't cool, it's useless.
The food was inedible.
The service unfriendly.
The decor did not match.
I smelled awful when I left.
That is to say, I smelled like the food fried by their chef on the other side of the plated glass that separated us, and like I said, it smelled, looked, and tasted like shit even though the menu made everything sound so delicious, healthy, and tantalizing. If I didn't know any better, I would have thought an amateur started this place on some sort of drunken whim. Why go out of your way to be CHIC if you're going to dress your staff in over sized, horizontally striped button-down shirts that bunch up above hideous jeans and tiny aprons??? Every server I encountered there was hostile, disheveled, and fucking UGLY.
I went with a party of seven last night, mostly comprised of family members in their sixty to seventies who like to dress well and have fun. I'm 25. We like to drink wine, eat good food, and enjoy each others company. This place was working against all best intentions. Of the three things I ordered, none were edible. Neither were the items my uncle ordered, nor my mum. Nor my nana. We are not foodies. We are not even picky eaters. But when I order a crab cake, especially in an environment which gives off the impression of being 'chic,' 'modern,' and 'healthy,' I don't expect it to taste like pre-revolution era bread. After the first bite my mum and I both sent our orders back--almost apologetically so. The server, a melancholy girl who I could barely hear and who didn't smile the entire evening, took fifteen minutes to return and push another starter on us. I chose the grilled calamari this time. Guess what?! It sucked too! It was so chewy I couldn't even cut it! I could barely chew it. I had to chew it like cud! Like a fucking cow. UM? Then my cobb salad arrives. It might as well have been cole slaw. The "chicken breast" was a slab of mummified meat resembling chicken. I couldn't eat it. Couldn't possibly!! My uncle's "Shrimp linguini" would have tasted better if it was made by Chef Boyardie. What is wrong with these fucking people?
Then they had the audacity to be fucking rude to us! And not wait on us!
Oh, sorry, all your "cool" clientele are fucking tools in t-shirts, baseball caps, and imitation Armani.
GLOW IS NOT A RESTAURANT. IT'S NOT EVEN A CAFETERIA.
I WOULD RATHER EAT AT IKEA.
Don't waste your money.
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