|Our wonderful view|
We were very lucky there was no wait. We requested to eat out on their patio if available since it was such a beautiful evening. After the hostesses discussed the best spot for us to sit with each other, completely ignoring us for a few minutes, one of the hostesses grabbed some menus and walked off without so much as a follow me please. After a
|Our dirty table|
Ten minutes later our server comes to our table to take our drink order. She didn't introduce herself and definitely was not one for small talk, there was no welcome greeting or inquiry into our evening. We tell her we are looking to order a bottle of a red wine for the table to which she replies "which kind?". After flipping through our menus frantically we ask where their wine selection is listed. "Oh, would you like a drink menu?" she responds. After confirming that a drink menu would be great we wait another eightish minutes for her to return. My dad chooses a bottle and some calamari for the table. We wait for about five
A bread basket and our calamari are delivered and was absolutely delicious, I loved the two different sauces that came with it. I was starting to feel a little more positive after trying some food. Our waitress returned to take our order and mentioned that they did have one special a Lobster Ravioli in a Seafood Cream Sauce with Shrimp and Scallops. Dad was immediately sold on the special, my mom and I decided to split the Chicken Piccata (one of my all time favorites). Mom and I also order a side salad, our waitress asks what type of dressing we would like so I ask about their house pink dressing. She tells me it is made with mayo and ketchup (weird combo for a salad dressing) but isn't an option for the side salads. I list off a few request and am informed they don't carry any of my dressing choices. I eventually ask what my choices are. Basically I can get ranch, blue cheese, french or their tomato
|We had to crouch down to see each other|
across the table.
Our plates are cleared away and new silverware is dropped on our dirty table. Our food is soon delivered. Dad's looks okay, no real presentation, just a few pieces of ravioli in a gray sauce with some shrimp floating in it. The chicken picatta is delivered and we are informed that there is a plate stacked beneath it for us to split up our dinner, which I found really disappointing. After creating a mess splitting up our meal we tried a few bites. I caught Mom's eye and realized she wasn't enjoying her plate any more than I was. We each had a dry chicken breast that had been drowned in a thick overly lemony cream sauce with giant pieces of garlic and not a single caper. I tried them veggies that came on our plate which consisted of some nice green beans and some under cooked carrot sticks which gave our 22$ chicken a real tacky feel. My dad really loved his dinner, he kept offering us bites but it smelt very fishy to me and I wasn't sure I was brave enough to try it. The pasta side that came with our chicken picatta was little more than some boiled noodles with what tasted like jar sauce dumped on top. Each meal was also presented with a health sprinkling of parsley what I imagine was an attempt to make things look fancy.
|Chicken Piccata Pasta Side Lobster Ravioli|