Buttercup A.
Yelp
geez.
ive asked bigP a number of times to take me here. i usually dig the small, family owned, local business-type diners more than any other.
i was wrong on this one. big time. sorry guys.
first impression... run down, unkempt, kinda smelled but not filthy, a decent number of cars in the lot to make me think it was worth something. walked in and waited to be directed to a table or seat ourselves. our waitress was rude. not in the "be right with ya, wait till i get to ya honey" rude. ... more like "im busy talking to my friends and ill see ya when i feel like it" rude. okay. whatever.
she gets to us. finally. we order the awful, bitter, burnt coffee. scan the vast menu. hmmm...
well i guess i will try the country benedict...'homemade' biscuits (instead of eng muffins) topped with eggs and some of our country gravy and some hash browns, crispy please?... okay. bigP orders something forgettable with some tots, which turned out to be the best item of our entire spread. tots.
food comes out. very large, very American size, portions for sure. i look at my hash browns. are you joking? what kind of chef, cook, culinary student, future culinary student, first-time cook, first-grader, *anyone*... would ever, *EVER* OO send this plate out to a paying customer?!?! super dry, burnt and scraped of the flat top with a pitchfork and shoveled onto a plate. a heaping mess of dry, dry, dry, burnt, dry awful and very unappealing poor potatoes. what?! i did not even eat one bite. no way.
the country benedict...
a non-descript plate of a mountain of gravy appeared before me. i cut in to find two very dense biscuits with super hard tops and bottoms, two over medium eggs and an Olympic pool of gravy. okay... dive in, take a bite. NOOO! the biscuits were dry, super-dense, pasty and gummy and cold all at the same time. the eggs were over medium as i asked, thank you. (??) the gravy was bland city and so, so, so, very obviously low-quality canned crap. i tried salt. i tried pepper, i tried tabasco. i tried closing my eyes and plugging my nose... i work hard for my money! ugh! it was just so gross. i mean GROSS. sorry.
but the very, very best part was TRYING so hard to find something nice to say about the food, the establishment, the staff... all while listening to our waitress talking, in great detail, about the effects of her juice cleanse. in GREAT DETAIL, to another customer? fellow co worker? stranger? who knows! it was just altogether awful, AWFUL! and i will NOT return. sorry. hope you got all that cleared out of your system. seriously.... it sounded bad, honey.