I went to Wolfleys tonight for a change of pace. I had been there once before for drinks on a Saturday night and recall having one before leaving as there wasnt anything close to a "special" or even a tavern priced beer that night. But tonight was a Tuesday and I wasnt looking to drink. I recalled the bartender raving about the grub that night a few months back so I figured I'd give it a shot.
We got seated outside and soon regretted it. Surely we could have been re-seated, but it wasnt that big of a deal. The tables seemed somehow lower than they should have been in relation to the bar nearby and there were a ton of kids playing bags nearby. Oh well...not the end of the world. I seem to recall that I was a kid once too...so I am cool with that most of the time.
Waitress came. She was OK. Nothing too personable, but good enough I suppose. I was trying to lay low on the carbs, so I asked her which she might suggest. I was torn between some sort of a flat iron steak (which is more than I normally do on a weeknight) or the highlighted specialty beef sandwich. She told me that the beef was on some sort of a salty pretzel roll. She almost made it seem like that was the drawback but that the beef was awesome. I said "That bun sounds great...I'll just stick with the bottom half" as a joke. Once again, she knew I was laying low on the carbs because I told her in order to solicit her input.
Well this thing comes out open faced. The bun was something. It was probably far too salty for the average Joe but you could always brush some of the sea salt off. But when I tell you that the amount meat on this open faced presentation was less than you would find on a $1.29 Arbys junior, I am not kidding. Half of the bottom bun was even showing. I could tell that when she set it down it was probably the first time she'd seen our order because she sort of looked like she was a little ashamed. But obviously not ashamed enough to take it back to the kitchen and say to the boys "WTF! Are you trying to get me shut out of a tip here?"
Truth is it had been a really long day and I didnt need to have the monster specialty sandwich that they seemed to describe in the menu, so I just let it slide. It took about two minutes to polish it off so its no wonder that it seemed like forever for her to come back and realize that we were ready for the check.
Not the end of the world. I'll live. There is so much good dining here in town that its almost a shame that there is no time to give a place a second chance. But I suppose that thats all the more reason that they should get it right each and every time. They knew that this was a BS presentation of the sandwich that they were touting as their specialty.
My date said as we left "Now we know why they call it Wolfleys..." I asked why? She said "Because you leave hungry like the Wolfley..." I didnt even know she was around when Duran Duran was around! Good one though. Steer clear.of this place. I wouldnt even go back on a fool moon....Ooops! I meant full moon.