Megan: 3.5 Krabby Patties
We went to
this restaurant once a few months ago and I remember it having incredible food –
which I was looking forward to having again. My expectations might have been
slightly too high from last time. I got the same meal that I got on my last
visit – chicken francese. To drink, I had water – I had to ask for it with NO
LEMON (just in case). Then the salad came. The vinaigrette was perfect! And the
salad was like a normal salad – where I had to pull an amount of stuff off. But
that’s nothing different than usual. Then the chicken came. The chicken was
cooked very well – and the sauce was very good … but …
... it had a
really odd taste like it was smoked in ham or bacon. I hate ham AND bacon. So
that changed how good the chicken was. The pasta was DOUSED in lumpy tomato
sauce – which isn’t THAT unusual for Italian restaurants – but that doesn’t
make it any better. Overall, my meal was about average, and not as good as I’d
had in the past. It still was a good, decent meal.
Glenn: 3
Krabby Patties
Situated at
the crossroads of Routes 32 and 300, this little Italian bistro is actually easy to
overlook. We’ve eaten there a few times in the past – and have always been happy
with the experience. Tonight’s meal was somewhat marred by the fact that there
was a huge party of about 20 people in the restaurant. They required much time and attention - and, according to Megan, they were really loud and annoying. When we walked in, a guy
from that party sort of shoved himself between Megan and me saying, “I have to
sneak past you.”
“That’s not
sneaking at all!” said Megan. “It’s not sneaking if you say that you’re
sneaking!”
… I have to
admit, I sympathize with Megan’s point.
Anyway, we
were seated quickly and were initially treated with prompt service. I ordered the same
antipasto salad that I’d had last time. And Megan ordered chicken francese. Then
we waited. And waited. And waited. The food was going to have to be REALLY GOOD
to offset the wait.
By the time
the food came, Megan and I both realized that the food here is actually pretty
ho-hum. We concluded that we both missed the waitress we’d had on prior
occasions, who strikingly reminded both of us of my mom – who could make any
meal seem like a fabulous feast. Tonight’s waitress was fine, but she just didn’t
have what was needed to offset the extended wait time.
In any case, date night with Megan is always a fun time!
Mangia!
