Stephen R. San Francisco, CA Aug 1, 2023
FOOD: The prime rib came to the table dead raw in the middle (I had asked for medium rare.) I had to send it back before it jumped off the table and ran away. The Garlic mashed potatoes had too much undercooked garlic. The cheese curds were overdone, and the cornbread technically resembled cornbread but not convincingly. Poorly prepared food.
Lights were so low (4:40 PM) that we all had to share a flashlight to read the menu, additionally, the print on the menu was so small it required reading glasses. The BBQ spareribs were tender and fell off the bone. Sadly, they were falling off the bone in the way passengers fall off a sinking ship. There was no taste, no discernable seasoning, no flavor, and they weren't hot.
The various plastic containers of 'sauce' were no help. Barbeque sauce in this case would've needed to be intravenous. Any supermarket brand is better. The same is true for the Mac n' Cheese side dish. The beer was in a bottle, however, so it was not guilty of anything. It was cold and was released on its Own Recognizance.
If poured into a tired car battery, the undrinkable Decaf Cappucino would undoubtedly start almost any old car on even the coldest day. The silverware was small, thin, and cheap, The chairs were uncomfortable. Of all the gin joints in all the towns in all the world, we walk into this one. The parking lot was virtually empty. That should've tipped us off.
SERVICE: The service was indifferent and negligent, the prices were high, though not exorbitant. We arrived with a reservation, but there was a protracted wait at the vacant "Wait here to be seated" sign while the single, earnest Greeter/Maitre'd/Hostess/Receptionist/Barmaid/Reservationist/ waitress finished taking an order from one of the two occupied tables.
The two customers at the bar grunted in her direction to let her know actual customers were waiting at the desk. She was a very sweet but inept person.
The surreal, gloomy aura of the place was like a Quentin Tarantino movie set. The murder scene. The rough-hewn lumber and sparse decor would be appropriate for the Kenosha Polish-American Steelworkers After-Hours Club.
AMBIANCE: Dark and ugly. Just referring to the atmosphere as an "ambiance" is like attributing the stench of a Chicago slaughterhouse to "An air of cultural prerogatives." You're not going to find much Haute Cuisine in New York's Hudson Valley, but you can find equally bland, ill-prepared, uninteresting food awkwardly and belatedly served for a helluva lot less money.
SUMMARY: They really should hire a professional chef. New management might help. Their prices must represent the knowledge that they won't be in business for very long and should make hay while the sun shines. Speaking of sunshine, that's how many "Stars" I would give this place - the number of stars you can see when the sun shines. read more