(Cue Gordon Ramsay voice)
Oh. My. Dear. Lord. If there was ever an eatery that was truly of, by, and for the Clinically Depressed, this place is it. It can't even work up the malice to be truly bad, it is just...relentlessly...dreary. Seriously, I've seen retirement home cafeterias execute with more panache than this.
THE ROSES: None. Nada. Zilch. If I was to offer any compliment at all, the best I can say is that it (probably) won't kill you. The food here is too apathetic for even that.
THE THORNS: This place is just...sad. A sad little man tries to entice you, like a sad little Homeric siren trying to lure culinary castaways onto these sad little rocks by offering sad little samples of their sad little cuisine. On that culinary gulag better known as a foot court steam table, sad little meats slowly dry out while sad little trays of vegetables slowly go limp from neglect. Sad little employees do minimum work for their sad little minimum wage. The sad funk of ennui just hangs about this place like stale flatulence trapped in sad little worn out sofa cushions.
THE VERDICT: Perry's BBQ and Cajun Grill is neither BBQ nor Cajun. It is as if a particularly inept former Golden Corral exec had the bright idea to trot out some mediocre offerings, slather them with gloppy sauces and call it BBQ and Cajun. This place is so mediocre, it's not even worthy of one of Gordon Ramsay's expletive-laced attempts at redemption; it's not worthy of the effort. The best thing that could be done is to have it taken out back and quietly euthanized. Sorry, I'm just being honest.
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