There I was, at Lucky 32, all set for a nice, nouveau-Southern lunch. I love Cobb salads, so I decided to try the Cobb. When the dish came, it looked like the ingredients had fallen on the floor and someone had scooped them up and put them on the plate. It tasted terrble, as if the turkey were bad; I sent it back and ordered the catfish. The catfish came to the table looking wonderful. However, the thicker part was undercooked and rubbery. What a disappointment. But the worst was yet to come. There, hidden under the collards, was an entire ham hock. Glad I saw it before I chomped down on it. The chef had just been talking to the man at the table in front of me, telling him how business was good in spite of the economy. So I asked the waitress to call him over, whereupon I showed him the ham hock in the collards. He looked at me like, who do you think YOU are, and said he "knew" how it got in there. No surprise, no apology, no big deal. To him ,anyway. No reparation was offered for this horrible meal. I even paid for it! Never again! Get a clue, Lucky 32.
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