Lauren A.
Yelp
Could have EASILY been 5 stars. Gonna bash a manager. Just keep reading...
But first! I would like to say the whole experience here in general (up until incoming bash)was top-notch. I went on a random Tuesday night with my 8 year old. The service and attention she personally received were kind and very much appreciated. Sometimes, it's hard to find nicer places that treat kids like they aren't just appendage of their parents.
The food was amazing. We ordered the quail and house soup.
It all started going a little sideways with dessert. I will say the lava cake was delicious, but we ordered it specifically for the lava appeal. Kid was so full at that point and wasn't even pushing for dessert. She was going to pass on anything more altogether until the lava cake was mentioned, so we went for it.
Upon cutting into it to reveal the gooey molten center, we were met with a very moist, but a very much solid, inside. Kid was disappointed.
I got our servers' attention the next time she walked by(made sure we didn't eat the dessert aside from the initial taste test) and politely explained the situation. She was great and took our plate to the kitchen.
The next thing I know, I've got the manager plopping the plate back down in front of us, and flashing the menu, exclaiming that "while it may seem like it was a lava cake, *lava* is actually just the *kind* of chocolate, so it's not actually the kind of *cake*."
Uum. That's a weird way of phrasing, "We over cooked a batch, and I don't want to lose money on a $14 dessert."
Due to not wanting to embarrass my extremely non confrontational child by pointing out the bullshit directly TO Mr. Insulting Doo Doo Head while in a fairly close quarters and crowded restaurant.....and since we very much enjoyed the previous atmosphere.....and REALLY not wanting his creepy epstine island vibes(sorry, but skeezy-stuffy-bullshitter-that-thinks-hes-getting-away-with-blatant-dumbassery fits that bill...) around me any longer than necessary, I chose to, instead, smile and send him off. I then started to (only a little louder than normal...) converse with my child on what a lava cake is, how it's made, pics and articles off Google, and how some people just choose the wrong speech before knowing their audience.
I will be back. I will order that lava cake again. And if it's molten, and if Mr. DDH is working, you bet your ass I'm sending it back and speaking with him about undercooking baked goods