I’m completely torn on this review. First there is the slow service, may I add, legendary slow service. The slow service that you would get when your grandmother who on the verge of Alzheimer’s attempts to do more than two things at once and then pulls out ninja smoke and disappears for 10-15 minutes. Your worried, but then you see her giving menus out to another table, the whole time while your attempting everything shy of smoke signals to get her attention.
Okay, so there the slow service. Done. Doesn’t ever get any better. I’ll drop it.
Next: salad bar. Hmmm. I’m too young to remember what mid-seventies salad bars looked like, but I do remember mid-eighties salad bars, and this, was worse than that. Canned three bean salad in it’s own canning juice just begs to be outdone.....and it is......canned beets! I’m sure that not only does this salad bar emulate the early to mid eighties, but is solely marketed for that age group. Potato salad, randomly sized cucumber discs, and tomato slices (of all culinary cuts) which I can only imagine are just over prepped from the kitchens sub business. Do I have anything positive about the salad bar? Beyond no additional salad bar topping like croutons or bacon bits...the dressings (minus the 1.5 oz. packages) were good.
So what was good you ask? Pizza. Delicious. Crust superb. Sauce on point. We ate half in hope that I could relive that moment, just the pizza moment, one more time at home. Ahhhh, take out!!
My apologies for the quickie, but time is short, and I needed to vent! Cheers!!