Rock R.
Yelp
Let me entertain you with the tale of our culinary escapade. So, we stumble upon this "delightful" establishment courtesy of the ever-reliable social media grapevine. As we waltz towards the entrance, I turn to my dear wife and inquire, "Are you certain this is the place?". Lo and behold, we step inside to a scene straight out of a high-society drama: tables adorned with pristine white linen and, oh, the pièce de résistance, red handkerchiefs nestled within the water glasses. Classy! But wait, there's more. Just as we settle into our seats, the server graciously presents us with not one, but two take-out menus, one of which has clearly seen better days. Really? Out of the plethora of menus at their disposal, they choose to grace me with a filthy one? How utterly thoughtful.
But fear not, dear reader, for the saga continues. Our server, whose linguistic prowess rivals that of a babel fish on vacation, kindly offers a suggestion. Bless his heart, we thought, as we naively accept his guidance. Fifteen minutes and $73 later, our feast arrives, enough to sustain a small village for days. Don't misunderstand, the food was undeniably exquisite, but alas, we found ourselves drowning in a sea of leftovers. Oh, the trials and tribulations of gastronomic indulgence! Rest assured, we shall return, but next time, we'll trust our own culinary compass. Cheers to dining adventures and dirty menus!