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| - Not great. No, maybe moderately bad. I just moved my office to the 16th Street Corridor or Squaw Peak Corridor (or Piestawa Peak Corridor, if you are new to PHX), and for the most part the food in the area is great. Bluewater is not worth a second chance with so many good options.
I went for lunch, perhaps not Bluewater's strong suit. I was alone and sat up at the bar immediately in the front door. Realizing that I had sat at the Oyster Bar, I wanted to ask the Chef-Dressed gentleman behind the counter if I could order regular (non-oyster) lunch. I waited patiently until the Chef-Guy and a customer finished their conversation about '80s Japanese sports cars (a minute or more to be acknowledged) which I did not mind because, heck, I like cars, so I could ask my question. I was told "I could get anything I want." I love that statement. Maybe I want a vineyard, but it's probably not on the list of specials. I was handed a paper menu that already had a half a dozen mayo stains on it. I hope it was mayo. To my surprise, the lunch fare included 10 or so dishes ranging from $10 to $15. I was surprised because I thought it would be cheaper judging from how Bluewater did no remodeling save the signs and flags from when The Fish Company served mediocre fare here. I blew the bank on the $15 Crab Club. I asked Chef-Guy what was on it, and he not so appetizingly said bacon, avocado, mayo (the last guy must have got it too) tomatoes and yes, crab. Simple, right? I went for it and got a Manhattan (red) clam chowder and coleslaw. I received a large amount of free bread for one person without asking. I didn't want it. I got a sandwich after all, and I'm not carb-loading for today's workout.
Around this time, a nice older woman from Hawaii, she told me, sat next to me and she ordered ice tea. She didn't get it. She told Chef-Guy that she did not want bread. She got it anyways. She ordered a glass of wine. She did not get that. Another chap at the bar proclaimed , "He always does that. He gets so distracted." Seven people are at the bar...
Chowder arrives. It's ok. It's my fault. I don't think I have ever had memorable Manhattan Chowder. If you are from New England and want to tell me how Phoenix food is horrible and how the only good chowder is back east, i.e: bagels, pizza, deli, etc., save your fingers. I just don't care. Go back east and take your pushy Trader Joe's Behavior with you.
Sandwich arrives much later. I didn't mind. The British Open was on the TV. The poor crab was getting a second chance at swimming. The mayo sauce was running out on to the plate. The chef should be fined for making a 600 calorie meal into a 1200 calorie meal. I could not for the life of me taste crab. I could have ordered Styrofoam Club, I would not have known the difference. Coleslaw sucked.
I paid my $21 lunch with water tab and bounced.
On the good side, it was relatively clean, there was no real fish smell and I didn't get in an accident in the parking lot.
Back in the office now, the displeasure continues in my abdomen.
UPDATE Jeff, the GM, contacted me via email and said that he discussed the review with staff. He invited me back for another try. That's pretty solid. We'll see.
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