Avoid this place.
It is rare to find a place run by people so unconcerned about their customers, their appearance, or their income. All indications point to the business model for this small shack having been transcribed from a failed episode of Seinfeld.
There is exactly one lunch location within cycling range of my office, and this is it. After the prior occupants moved out into a full-time, and very successful, Thai restaurant, I decided to pedal my way over here to sample the fare. Given the other reviews here, I was quite excited.
Problems for cyclists are many. Primary among those problems, I would wager, is the tendency for our bicycles to wander off on their own when left outside - especially on busy streets with no other businesses around. Here there are exactly zero places to lock the bike on the outside of the establishment, so I wheeled mine in, discovering a large, unused space comprising nearly half of the structure. Perfect.
The proprietor greeted me by loudly informing me that I should not worry about leaving my bike outside, as he has plenty of cameras, and would be able to successfully stop any thief. I thanked him politely, told him I would prefer not to chase anyone, showed him my U-lock, pointed out the inability for me to secure my bike, thanked him for his patience, and tried to place my order. He became insistent, and then belligerent. After all, he said, if he were to allow one businessman in the middle of the day to park his bicycle inside, he would somehow be bound by an unwritten code requiring him to allow any degenerate children from the neighborhood - his words - to do the same. It would be a safety hazard, he explained, gesturing toward the half of the building entirely occupied by random tables, an unused food-service cooler, huge bags of empty soda bottles, seven chairs, and two shabby looking tables arranged in a fashion only Picasso could be proud of.
I explained to him that this made no sense to me, and that he might reconsider in the name of daily business from, say, Portland residents. He would not budge, and I left.
I returned shortly thereafter, driving a much more "appropriate" vehicle, parked carefully in the clearly marked spaces in the parking lot, and entered the store. I again tried to place an order, as I took a picture of the aforementioned piles of random equipment for this review. The proprietor became enraged, informing me through a smile so forced that I feared for his imminent aneurysm that I was being recorded, and I was not allowed to take pictures. I apologized and, putting my camera away, tried once more to place my order.
No luck.
Apparently all that was available on today's menu was an unending tirade about the neighborhood children, and their annoying tendency to want to spend their parents' middle-class money only after parking their bikes in a part of the store through which no one actually ventures, and how the safety of his customers could be severely threatened by such parking - one can only assume he fears customers beating too close to the traps with which he has lined that area of the store.
Let me make this perfectly clear: the main entrance to the store, and all of the items actually for sale, are in the eastern half of this building. There is another door, which lies across the aforementioned wasteland of restaurant equipment, and his concern for this oily, unswept mockery of a self-storage locker is greater than his concern for selling his product.
I had deeply hoped to end this review with a statement that all of this would be worth it, as the food is excellent - but I have been here three times now, and have yet to be actually served.
Congratulations, pursuer of the American dream. You have successfully converted a lunchtime cyclist into another grumpy car driver.
I look forward to the inevitable next iteration of this restaurant. Hopefully the next owners have less money stashed away, and are more interested in serving their customers. read more