Spring in Minnesota means it is time to capitalize on the above freezing temperatures. A lakeside patio seemed like a perfect place for lunch on a spring day, so we made our way to Lake Minnetonka.
I went with two others around one for a late lunch on a Sunday.
The host showed us to a table inside, because I guess the patio wasn't open yet? That was okay, though. We could still have a lunch by the lake. Then the host said "the brunch is pretty good. And it's buffet style, so you can help yourself". And he walked away. That left us wondering if we would be able to order from the lunch menu, as we had planned. Someone (not a waiter) came over after several minutes to fill our water glasses and we inquired whether we could order food. "No, only brunch right now". Okay. We were having second thoughts about driving all the way out here. Finally our waiter ambled over. "Can I get you guys anything to drink?" He asked. We explained that we had scoped out the menu online and had planned on order sandwiches or something of the sort. "The kitchen isn't open until two". That made me wonder who was preparing the brunch? " but you can order from our happy hour menu and get fries or oysters or the like". At this point it was probably about 1:30 so we weren't sure. We went to look at the brunch buffet to decide if it was worth 27$.
The two vegetarians agreed that we'd rather wait, but the omnivore of the group opted for the brunch.
Two of us ordered fries and a drink while the other began in on the buffet. A lot of the food looked dry. Most of the dishes had meat added. The pastries looked like a generic mix from a grocery store, purchased the day before. The only "fruit" was the dried fruit mixed in with the soggy granola that was on top of the yogurt parfaits that had obviously been sitting out in room temperature for several hours. At one point "the Bruncher" ( AKA the friend who brunches) tried to eat a piece of beef/steak that was so dry and rubbery that, after several minutes of trying to chew it, she actually had to spit it into a napkin (and as much as that sounds gross, that reflects on the steak, not my friend)
The fries came around 1:50. We quickly polished them off, even though they were cold and limp.The "double dip"s were both fairly bland, and one was so watery that it tasted like dipping fries in skim milk. It really made me appreciate ketchup, and I am normally not a fan of ketchup.
Our waiter brought us lunch menus around 2:00, and we already knew what we wanted to order but he didn't come back until 2:15.
Eventually (long after our brunching fellow had finished eating) our Portabella Sandwiches came and we ate them quickly, mostly so we could leave.
Honestly I have very little to say about the food because by the time it had arrived I had already decided that I wouldn't want to come back. Except two things: the bun is not a pretzel bun, and the spiced pickles are disgusting.
In other news: their bathrooms are single stalled but there are crude cartoon depictions of characters with prominent sexual characteristics (penises or breasts) on the signs, instead of words. I guess they needed to add an immature and cissexist touch to their subpar restaurant. read more