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My fiance and I stopped in for a quick bite before a concert on a Friday night. The lovely patio area was jam packed with people so we had to sit inside. I didn't realize that I should have brought my parka with me. The thermostat must have been near the open door to the patio because I was COLD. (and I'm normally hot everywhere I go) Had my waitress spent more than about 3 minutes with us total the whole night, I might have told her that I was a little chilly.
We waited forever, and ever, and ever for our waitress to bring us water, utensils, and other restaurant basics. She must have had a lot of parties outside, but...my money is green, too. Even at the end of our meal - close to 2 hours later - I had to flag her down and beg for the check. This was the first time in my entire life that I've thought about dining and dashing because I was so fed up with waiting.
The food I ordered was ok. I got the vegan bok choi cabbage rolls, which weren't actually rolls and were a little bland. I got the vegan tofu lasagna and that was a little bland, too. I like tofu more than any sane person should, but this tofu just tasted like tofu. (fried tofu, too, which was weird in a lasagna) My fiance's non-vegan sandwich wasn't much better.
Overall, we had a pretty meh experience. (and I had a terrifying experience in the bathroom - only a 7/11 should have a bathroom that dirty - for reals) I'd go back for drinks again and maybe try another vegan appetizer. But dinner? Probably not. And I'd go to the bathroom on the treelawn before I'd step back inside their grungy bathroom.
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