W C.
Yelp
This poor location--it must just be doomed to fail. We went here once when it was a Filipino restaurant, and the space is so promising, but it still just looked like some nondescript joint that may as well be in Nowhere, Nebraska. With that rooftop and the gorgeous weather and the pretty decent location, this place should have been bumping around happy hour tonight. Not so much, and after you experience the food and service, it's easy to understand why.
First of all, everything is QR, which is AWFUL and clunky. When we asked the server if we could have printed menus and put in an order, this was her response: "Well, I'm the only one here right now, so you should probably just do it online." Wait a minute. You're the only server in an entire restaurant on a Friday night? LOL. Great management, y'all! When we got served a margarita in a glass that was intended for a Lilliputian, one of us actually laughed out loud and sent it back for a beer. Dear Lawd.
The food ranged from pretty bad to not that bad at all. The meatballs were decent, as was their sauce, but the bread was gross. The "roasted veggie platter" was the biggest laugh of the night: canned corn tossed in a pan for some color with some roasted red peppers from a jar with a couple cherry tomatoes on top for good effect. Hysterical! But let's be fair, the roasted fennel salad was delicious. It was a nice size, had a great dressing, and all the components worked well together (even though there was no mint as advertised and included a random bunch of celery (??); we really, really liked it. The "Shortie" pizza was Costco-style and tasted slightly better than it too.
Another LOL opportunity was when we ordered our daughter some vanilla ice cream that came out in a tiny plastic ramekin. The oreo tiramisu was not good. You guys know that tiramisu needs time to settle into its flavors, right?
Prices were OK since it was happy hour and our kiddo was content playing in their cornhole area. The patio was filthy, though, and one of our chairs had cracked plastic. Service (see above) was flimsy at best. Why on earth would you give a good tip here when you're getting the BARE minimum of service? It just makes no sense.
We saw that this place was owned by the same people as Oasthouse and that makes complete sense. We went to the one on 620 several years ago, and the MO there seems to be: let's try to be one notch above Applebee's. Well, mission accomplished. We have no doubt that this restaurant will close soon--our prediction is that it will take someone with real vision to make this location successful, which it should be given the promise of the space itself. 2.5 stars, rounding up.