by Lauren Mote
I would kill for a pepcid complete, and a paper bag at my side, just in case something “bad happens”.
Yes, it’s true, with an opening line like that you have no choice but to read about this restaurant. Other then the small things that occurred like the change from “daytime” to “midnight – pitch black” with the lights at 6:30pm (servers laughing as guests struggle to view the menu), the food was not good.
Between the lamb stew, some random “Burgoo Stew” with sweet tomatoes and too much chili powder, and the mac ‘n cheese, the only highlights were the homemade biscuits. I swear there must have been a dude standing in the back, paid handsomely to repeatedly hit the start button on the microwave. The salad was clearly dumped out of a bag (but still without “fluffing it” they charged $7) and all of us were sick after.
Was this food poisoning? Did we eat too much?
The quality of food was brutal, and was not good value for what appeared to arrive in the bowl. Either way the “food of comfort” as it says on their sign is truly the “food of discomfort” – I will not be returning.
Main St & 15th