Pride of the Eastside, eh?
Well, let me start by saying that may only be true in some aspects of that term. In all fairness, when we visited the establishment, it was a Saturday night (Saturday, Feb. 9th at 8pm) and the place looked to be doing pretty decent business.
The atmosphere was interesting (in a good way, not the way some Mothers use the word) and got us in the mood to party right away. It looked like a cross between a disco tech and a supper club. We liked it right away. It was spacious and appropriatly lit.
The service was attentive, and polite (for the first 3/4 of the meal, once our meals were served it was like she cashed in her bank and left for the night!). However, our party of 10 did ask to have several seperate checks (a waitresses nightmare!) and she managed to get them all right and without sneers (another huge feat!).
The funniest part of the meal was the food. Unfortunate. We had great expectations (except once we looked at the enormous menu we knew right away that there was no way they could have any specialties. They had way too many options and had no focus) of what they may have had to offer. We opted for the flatbread-how could that go wrong?
Well, let me start by saying that the flatbread itself was premade, and stale, the chicken was dry and practically needed water just to get it down and the "melted" cheese had hardened and driedup. (This, by the way, was the nights "special.")
Our friend ordered the crabcakes and steak. Yikes. Let me be the first to tell you that those were no crabcakes, more like crab bon-bons. They were the size of a half dollar (almost) and were an enormous dissapointment. (The same can be said for the bacon wrapped shrimp on the other combo meal ordered that same night.) The crab cakes are pictured (side by side) on his plate above. The prongs on his fork were longer then they were individually. (And about as thick.)
Well, let me start by saying that may only be true in some aspects of that term. In all fairness, when we visited the establishment, it was a Saturday night (Saturday, Feb. 9th at 8pm) and the place looked to be doing pretty decent business.
The atmosphere was interesting (in a good way, not the way some Mothers use the word) and got us in the mood to party right away. It looked like a cross between a disco tech and a supper club. We liked it right away. It was spacious and appropriatly lit.
The service was attentive, and polite (for the first 3/4 of the meal, once our meals were served it was like she cashed in her bank and left for the night!). However, our party of 10 did ask to have several seperate checks (a waitresses nightmare!) and she managed to get them all right and without sneers (another huge feat!).
The funniest part of the meal was the food. Unfortunate. We had great expectations (except once we looked at the enormous menu we knew right away that there was no way they could have any specialties. They had way too many options and had no focus) of what they may have had to offer. We opted for the flatbread-how could that go wrong?
Well, let me start by saying that the flatbread itself was premade, and stale, the chicken was dry and practically needed water just to get it down and the "melted" cheese had hardened and driedup. (This, by the way, was the nights "special.")
Our friend ordered the crabcakes and steak. Yikes. Let me be the first to tell you that those were no crabcakes, more like crab bon-bons. They were the size of a half dollar (almost) and were an enormous dissapointment. (The same can be said for the bacon wrapped shrimp on the other combo meal ordered that same night.) The crab cakes are pictured (side by side) on his plate above. The prongs on his fork were longer then they were individually. (And about as thick.)
Final review: Go there for drinks if it's close to your home. The drinks are reasonably priced ($7 Martini's, $5 Mixers) and made well. There are far too many other restaurants in town that can offer what they do - and do it much better.
