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| - Surprise, surprise- this experience was a bust.
My first encounter with Greasy Spoon took place over a year ago. It was an extremely underwhelming meal, and I left thinking 'Pft, not comin' back here...'.
Alas, a girlfriend of mine celebrated her birthday this weekend and wanted to dine at the high-end (read: overpriced) diner. So, I walked into the joint with a smile and hopeful expectations. Unfortunately, mediocrity literally greeted me at the door. I was the first to arrive, and was seated by a bored gentleman who felt no need to show me the drinks list or menu while I waited. Once the other girls arrived, we were taken care of by a rushed waitress who immediately offered the disclaimer 'I don't speak English.' Good thing we weren't tourists from Connecticut. While I am relatively bilingual, I do expect that wait staff and other service professionals should be able to address me in English. However this is a tired Quebec argument that I don't have the patience to discuss further.
Our service was very slow, and our food was a 6.5 at most. While I understand that Greasy Spoon offers small portions, the resto should at least offer good food to compensate for its pricing. I ordered the salmon tartar and octopus salad, and both left me cold (and hungry). My overly spicy tartar was gone after two bites, and I was then left with a mound of tasteless potato chips- certainly not worth $14. My next course consisted of heavily oiled and mushy potatoes, topped with a few nibbles of rubbery octopus.
Our dirty dishes (though not entirely empty- we left behind the revolting tater tots) sat at the table for quite a while before our waitress cleared them. She didn't offer us a second round of drinks or dessert, so we decided it was time to cut our losses and bounce. Much to our dismay, we were held hostage for another 20 minutes waiting for her to return with card machines. I was seriously contemplating a dine and dash, but a random staff member swooped in at the last second. What had become of our waitress? Frankly, we didn't care...
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