Jillian S.
Yelp
I swear, I am never going back to Block 15. This is my second review of the joint since it opened, and both times were bad -- yet, of the two occasions, my recent visit was worse.
To preface my remarks: I don't go to Block 15 for beer. I am sure their suds are fine, but I don't drink beer, it doesn't matter to me. I go there for the food.
The last time frequented Block, what I received was a large amount of standard pub-style grub -- completely uninspired and average, but acceptable, I guess, if you're half-drunk and hungry.
This time, however, the food was downright narsty.
How you can screw up something as simple as fish and chips -- especially at a pub -- is beyond me.
But there it was.
Gray fish, ahoy.
The waiter was nice enough as grinning hipsters go. He had a friendly smile. Forgot the ketchup, no big deal.
But that fish
Phew!
The batter looked crispy enough, and the chunks were the right size, laying on an inevitably monstrous pile of greasy fries. But when I bit into them, there was a certain smell that, coupled with the gray color, spelled age.
Not so old that I wouldn't eat them, mind you, but old enough that it made a difference.
Twelve bucks and change for the platter, two bucks for tea, three bucks for tip -- that's a almost $20 for lunch, and now I don't feel so great.
They say if you can't smell the ocean, don't order the fish.
Well, I did order the fish, and now I can safely say:
I am done with Block 15.
J