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| - I should have known it was going to be bad when I pulled up to see a model of the Titanic bursting from the wall, with an equally tall Eiffel Tower resting atop. My gut said "Run!" but I wanted to try a dinner at a new spot.
Over 1,500 people lost their lives on that tragic journey from Liverpool to New York, and this meal made me wish, just for a moment, that my ancestors had been aboard that ship too. I would have never been born, and this night at the Bistro would have never taken place.
My personal feelings about the decor are many. The combination of Sinatra singing with the Titanic decor and French decor was like a riddle. "How do these all fit together?" I still do not know. The art on the wall was jumbled, to say the least. Poster board was prevalent. Pencil lines used to align signs were still hilariously visible. The cherry on the top was the Eiffel Tower sitting near the back of the restaurant. Too tall for the restaurant, it extended into an empty recessed light fixture. It was also wrapped in a lighted Christmas garland, which was a bold choice for August.
Given all this, the prices on the menu would have been appropriate if the food were not standard fare, prepared badly. Bread was served with hard, cold butter, obviously sliced from a block of butter like the one you have in your fridge.
The burger I received was at the right temperature, on a appetizing bun. I thought things were going to turn around until I took a bite. The burger tasted like the surface of the gas grill that cooked it. I felt like a iceberg punctured my soul. I was beaten down. The gas taste was overwhelming, and I didn't finish the meal. The price tag tied to this was nothing short of insulting.
Stay away.
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