Rayven
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I recently revisited Brandywine, a place I used to frequent throughout my childhood. I was excited to return, but the visit fell short in several ways.
There were four of us plus a baby, and we were seated at a table far too small for our group. It was so cramped that the waitress had difficulty finding space for our two appetizers. On top of that, we were placed directly under a ceiling speaker that crackled and buzzed constantly—definitely not conducive to a comfortable dining experience.
One small silver lining was that we were served quickly. I remembered long waits as a kid, so I was glad to skip that part. Unfortunately, the service itself was lackluster. Our server seemed uninterested in engaging with us at all. It’s hard not to wonder if our visibly queer and trans identities influenced the cold reception, but whatever the reason, there were little to no pleasantries and minimal effort beyond the absolute basics.
The soda had an odd taste, and they were out of the creamy Italian dressing I used to love, which was really disappointing. The salads, when they arrived, were very small and served on cheap plastic plates, which didn’t help the overall impression. The portion sizes for the entrées were generous, but the quality left a lot to be desired. I ordered the carbonara, which was watery, bland, and unappetizing. The bacon was oddly pink and undercooked, adding to my discomfort.
Overall, the experience was disappointing. The food didn’t live up to my memories, the atmosphere was unpleasant, and the service felt cold at best. Sadly, this visit made it clear that Brandywine isn’t what it used to be—and I likely won’t be returning.