Our breakfast here was "free" with our stay at the hotel (Hancock House), so we weren't too upset about the tasteless eggs and microwave-shriveled sausage. Our mistake was believing all of the billboards on Route 17 proclaiming the awesome home-cooked meals to be had in this restaurant.
Perhaps things would have gone differently if we had ordered from the specials menu, but most everything listed on the white board was breaded and fried.
We turned to the dinner menu, and found traditional selections with optional wine pairings (!). Instead we ordered a bottle of wine, but even the syrupy fruit of cheap merlot couldn't cover the most abysmally-prepared meal we have ever eaten, ever.
The chicken tasted uncannily like Purdue pre-marinated vacuum packed, perhaps stored a little too long. Then undercooked. The pork chops resembled plastic replicas, and tasted like overcooked plastic replicas. The canned green beans were so grey and tasteless and mushy, they had to have come in an industrial sized army surplus can. Wild rice was recognizably Uncle Bens and the mashed potatoes may have been mashed a week or more ahead of time. Something just wasn't right.
Friendly service. Truly awful institutional-style food.
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