I wanted a home-cooked dinner, and this came up at the top of the google search. I had never tried this restaurant, except maybe in Canada long ago. When I got there, there was no booth to sit in. The ones which were not occupied needed to be cleaned, except for one. It turned out the bench which I first sat in was broken. The top seating surface of the bench was broken loose, and slid around under me. I thought I could scoot the table to a place where I could make do with the seat, but that proved impossible. Eventually I gave up and moved to the other side of the booth.
I was waited on by a friendly and tall waitress. She offered to move me to another table, but, seeing as there were still no other clean booths available, I opted to stay. She brought me a soda and a menu, and I discovered that there was nothing home-cooked about the Bob Evans fare. At this point I heard a quiet internal voice whispering to me to run away from this place. But I was hungry, and opted to stay.
There were basically 4 choices: Chicken without vegetables, steak without vegetables, burgers with fries, and turkey without vegetables. I perused the menu in detail trying to figure out some way to order a balanced meal. I figured I could order a small turkey plate of some kind, and fill out the meal with corn and green beans. I had finished my Pepsi long before the overworked waitress could find time to get back to me. It was in a thimble-sized canning jar. I have never seen a tiny canning jar like this, before. No water. I waited.
I ordered the small meal, along with my (2) $4 sides of vegetables.
The waitress refills my tiny soda.
I wait and wait. Then the waitress comes back and tells me they are out of corn. Would I like another side-order in its place? Yes. But I can no longer remember anything about the side-orders other than I had the impression that it was difficult to find 2 orders which were not simply different shaped starch.
The waitress had no menu, and cannot remember the list of side-orders available. She tells me it is her first day. Eventually I find the only thing other than the green beans is broccoli. I am thinking I would have opted for the larger open-faced turkey sandwich with mashed potatoes if I had known that they didn't even have the 3 vegetable side-orders listed. But it has been so long that I am sure my original order is already being cooked. I don't want to cause a scene, so I order the broccoli in place of the corn.
A long time later, the order comes. But it isn't my order, after all. It is an order for another nearby table -- a family of farmers who have come to visit their son at his new college. The entire family is served fast-food on dinnerware as if we are in a real restaurant.
By this time, I am nearly fuming.
A significant time even later, my food finally comes. The broccoli is cold and hard -- nearly raw. Luckily it's not buttered, because the butter would not be melted! I choke down this cold meal, and the nice waitress brings the bill. I owe Bob Evans $25 for my cold mix-and-match a la carte food pyramid extravaganza.
I wait for the nice waitress, let's call her Holly, to come pick up the bill with my card. After a while I catch her attention as she is passing by to wait on someone else, and she informs me that I have to take the bill to the register.
I leave a generous tip for the waitress on the bill she gave me, because I feel sympathy for her being overworked in this hell-hole of a poor fast-food excuse for a restaurant. But when I get to register, another waitress takes my bill, works some magic on the register, and gives me A DIFFERENT RECEIPT. I am a little curious about this...because it had already caught my eye that the original bill was printed on a cash register receipt paper roll tape. When I get to the car, I notice that the waitress's name is printed at the top of the newly printed bill, just as it was the previous bill, but now the waitress's name has changed to...let's call her "Evy." So I suspect that newbie waitress Holly has had my tip stolen by cash register-approved Evy. Talk about leaving a bad taste in my mouth!!!
I'll never go back to this "looks-like" a restaurant -- functions like a burger-joint -- place. It looks like a real restaurant, but it is really a fast-food place with essentially a fast-food menu, priced like real food, delivered to real (broken and dirty) tables. I will NEVER go back to this horrible place. It is the worst of both worlds: Fast-food served SLOWLY at broken and dirty sit-down tables.
If it doesn't go out of business soon due to its horrible food and management, the Bob Evans chain should close this franchise for damaging its image. read more