went to the brown dog for lunch one sunday last month while biking through the mountains and was drawn in by the sidewalk menu. Being a chef myself and travelling with a former restaurant owner we were intrigued by the adventuresome menu that read like a foodies dream.
we entered the empty restaurant and sat ourselves at the bar. As we waited to be acknowledged, we overheard a conversation from two people who were lounging comfortably on the couches behind us. Vulgar and unpleasant to say the least.
After fifteen minutes we were greeted by a young man who gave us menus and asked us if we wanted drinks. I ordered a reisling and my friend ordered a pinot griglio. He had no idea what either was. After a curt explanation, he was visible confused and asked advice from the lounger on the couch behind us.
Thats when the debauchery began. The lounger was suppossedly the manager who hasnt been home from the night before. He poured our wine and after i had a sip, knew he bottle has been open for some time for the slight hint of vinegar gives it away. When i expressed my concern, he took my glass, walked away and downed it in one gulp.
I suggested to my friend that we leave. This is gonna be a bad experience. He convinced me to stay for humours sake.
Ive been a chef for over twenty years and must admit, the lobster mac and cheese, charcuterie plate and duck spring rolls got my taste buds goin.
We ordered all three to share and painfully watched our server write our order down on a scrap of chit paper. twenty minutes go by and watch the lounger come to the bar and down a glass of wine every time our server was out of sight.
Our chartucerie comes first. A board with stale bread, a strawberry, sliced salami with the rind intact, a pate that had a green tinge and smelled like rot as soon as he put it in front of us. We split the strawberry. Ten minutes later, our server is back with the lobster mac and cheese and spring roll. Drops both plates and disappears again.
Not a hint of lobster. No Shell, smell, nothing. Basically penne warmed in cream. The spring roll was ninety percent air and the dipping sauce was a bowl of sesame oil. We werent impressed and hardly touched the plates. We finished our wine still hungry deciding to get the hell out of there, but no sign of our server.
Four elderly people walked in as we were getting impatient and i had to speak up and told them they should find somewhere else to eat.
Server shows up and we express our disappointment. He says,"those damn kitchen guys!'
He gives us our bill and charges us full pop for three untouched plates. $55.
Waiting for another fifteen minutes with my card on the bar and no sign of our server, i left a five dollar bill and left.
Cudos to the person who put the words of that menu on paper, but a word of advice to the owner... your place sucks.
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