One Star...just because yelp won't let me leave "no" stars.
I pull in to the parking lot and as I'm making my way to the doors, a guy is walking toward me in a hurry, he's in shorts and a little t-shirt, then I realize he has an apron on too. Figured he's getting off work...terrible that that's what he's wearing, but I look passed it and move on.
So I walk in at 8:30pm on a Wednesday and the place is dead...I mean not a single table in the restaurant, one couple at the bar, and another gentleman who is leaving. (Should've been my clue #1) I order a Jameson 18yr on the rocks w/ a coke neat back. The bartender is trying to push this meatball sub, and he couldn't tell me the sauce, other than it was red, and couldn't even guess what kind of meatballs they were. odd for a "gastropub" don't ya think? After looking at the menu for about four minutes, that "cook" I passed by in the parking lot, strolled behind the bar with his head down... and heads straight to the back (he must've contracted some allergies outside or something, because he had a bad case of the "sniffles"). I see him go the back, and I let the bartender know I'm passing on the food, and will take a Smithwick's and close out. He hands me a check for TWENTY FIVE DOLLARS. $18 for a single (measured) one ounce pour of 18 year. Really?
That place needs someone that knows something about something other than beer. Because their draft lineup is pretty stellar, I won't lie...Heck for all I know, that was there before "Nu Joysee" took over that place. (Hey that's where there one star can go...beer, lol)...but I remember the food from last time, and to see that happen in front of me was just revolting. I went to Native, and as I said before...saved some money by doing so.
Gross. Disappointing. Never shall return. Will high recommend to anyone to stay far far away.