Absolutely vile. Overkill and dramatic to use that term? No.
I'll skip to the food and try to tie together our most recent experience yesterday at the Llanerch Diner.
* Not busy. Maybe 5 tables.
* Approximately 5:30 on a Sunday early evening
The menu is like many diners. Tons of stuff with nothing done to good standard. The prices are way out there on many items. How about a bacon double cheese burger for $17.50? At a diner. Are you kidding? That's a price I would expect to pay for room service in a casino or nice hotel. Though I know better than to order real food from a diner I went with stuffed mushrooms and Salmon. So many places overcook Salmon that I usually request it medium. I was specific to waitress that I would prefer it a little undercooked in the center. Wife was smart, she ordered breakfast fare. You can't mess that up too badly, right?
My entree came with soup and a salad. Not a big salad eater, so I figured while I ate my stuffed mushrooms and soup, wife could have the salad. 20 minutes goes by and neither arrive. Waitress makes an appearance with.. you guessed it, the main entrees. Ummm? Oh well, it is what it is. Asked about the mushrooms, soup and salad and she fumbled some answer and off she went.
The omelet across the table looks rubbery but the wife says its passable and she is hungry. I touch the salmon with my fork and it falls apart. Its so dry and overcooked (yet still slimy) that it is inedible. The green beans are these soggy old things from a can marinated in some type of oily soup stock. The broccoli is hard but not from a properly cooked. crisp perspective. Its old. It tastes like I imagine the grass in my yard would taste.
Now I am a little aggravated.
I turn in my seat facing the center area where the manager is milling around. I sit there for five minutes like that and nobody even looks our way. The waitress finally comes our way (still no soup, salad or appetizer) and asks if everything is okay. Sometimes it hard to grind your teeth and remain polite. I asked if the manager would come over. I explained our experience up until that point and pointed to the green beans which was this oily mess of sogginess. He focuses on them with a quizzical look, offers no apologies and takes them to the kitchen.
At this point, My wife and I just laugh from a mix of bewilderment and with the realization that this is going to be money wasted. We should have just billed a couple burgers at home. The waitress comes back again (still; nothing in her hand) and asks me if I want something else. I ask for a standard diner fare. Honey dipped fried chicken.
Hey!! out comes the stuffed mushrooms. No I am really smiling at this surreal experience. The caps are 4" in diameter, stuffed 3" high and there is four of them. They fill an entree plate. I already know this is gonna be a lesson in quantity over quality. Did I mention they are smothered in melted cheese? 99% breading, and maybe(?) 1% crab. Perhaps it was just a crab flavored salt. This is where the word VILE started coming to mind.
Bear with me, the meal is almost over. I eat three of the caps because I am starving. By the time the chicken comes out (which is a putrid grey/gold color, I sh-t you not) I am full. I ask for a box to take the stuff home.
- We never got our soup.
- We never got our salad.
- The manager never even thought to apologize.
- When I went to the front to pay, the manager was so engrossed in talking to the waitresses, he didn't even look towards the register. Again no apology or acknowledgement. What a DB.
The best part was the bill. My wife's feta and spinach omelet was $12. Yes $12. Wow. Total came to $40. Overpriced garbage food coupled with lousy service and tired decor. Let us all know how that formula works for you guys.
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