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This is one of those
weird places that is both full and empty at the same time. I've actually
walked out of this joint empty-handed a couple times. It's not from
lack of foodstuffs, but more a matter of poor presentation or planning.
Maybe it's my delicate palate, but for a place that, on the surface,
seems to have so much to offer, I had a hard time finding anything
that appealed to me. They had drab salads and sad sandwiches and some
paninis that all seemed to have at least one nasty ingredient in or
on it. I think, more than anything else, the little back area that
housed two dirty crocks (yes, with an 'r') of soup, drink fridges
and a couple pathetic pairs of mole-ish office workers at rickety
tables depressed me to the point coming in here made me want to run
headlong into a dynamite factory wall. The food tasted of sorrow because
this chef cooked with pure essence of lame. [MF]
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