Douglas
Google
Food:
The menu was shockingly limited. We came for lunch and were disappointed to find only a handful of sandwiches available. If they had been excellent, it might have been forgivable--but that wasn't the case.
We ordered the Jardiniere, and it was borderline inedible. The overwhelming taste was straight vinegar, the kind that makes your jaw clench from the acidity. It lacked balance, nuance, or even basic palatability. Honestly, a store-bought jar of giardiniera would have been more enjoyable.
The Prime Rib Sandwich was equally underwhelming. It consisted of a few limp, unseasoned, greasy slices of beef topped with a smear of horseradish. Any random deli in San Diego could make a better sandwich.
Service:
We chose to sit on the patio with our small dog, who was quietly sitting on the bench next to us. A staff member--possibly the manager--stormed over and, in a harsh and unnecessary tone, pointed at us and told us, "You need to get your dog off the bench now." We apologized and complied immediately, but soon noticed that another table, occupied by a white couple, had their dog on the bench without issue.
We approached the same woman to ask if the rule applied to everyone. Only then did she, in a much gentler tone, go over and politely ask the other table to bring their dog down. The inconsistency in treatment felt too blatant to ignore.
TL;DR: a visually charming spot with a limited menu of disappointing food and questionable service.