I can't even think of a catchy phrase for this one. The chef owner makes no attempt to welcome or even acknowledge her paying guests.
There are more flies than that scene in Amityville horror and more fly paper than a horse stable.
Does anyone really care about the food at that point? Not really.
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Sunday, April 10, 2011
It flopped like a pancake.
The Original Pancake House (Rancho Santa Fe)
When we lived in Carlsbad, for a treat, we would go to the Pancake House for breakfast. We seemed to remember we liked it....well I am blogging about it so we remember next time that we don't.
We were seated after a short wait....nice. Immediately asked if we wanted drinks...ok a bit hasty, but thanks.
I ordered a coffee (that comes with whipped cream) and Steve a hot chocolate. My coffee shows up naked. The hot chocolate comes with whipped cream, but this one came with the cream all down the side smeared and mashed on the cup...not even an attempt to wipe it off before dropping it at the table and scramming.
So we waited, and waited, and waited. Steve said he would let me do the talking for fear what would shoot out of his mouth. At that point I suggested we get up and leave...he hesitated...he really wanted pancakes.
We remained seated, frowning until our poor server showed up at the table. I looked at him and said, Alex, I hope you can make this right. He replaced Steve's hot chocolate and told me the "whipped cream" was actually just their creamer in the little metal dispenser....not whipped.
While he was rectifying Steve's mangy hot chocolate another server came to the table to take our order. Now I'm really confused. We started in the vortex of hell; now we have two people taking care of us?
We ordered, I asked for whipped cream for my coffee and we hoped breakfast would be better than how this event began.
I got eggs and corned beef hash with potato pancakes. Eggs were fine...corned beef hash was mashed up like dog food and tasted like raw onions. The potato pancakes were sweet; it just tasted weird.
Steve ate his chocolate chip pancakes without a peep, but when I asked him later how they were he said: how will remember next time that this place sucks? I told him I'd blog about it!
Ugh. Sometimes I wonder if my standard's are getting higher or if these places are getting worse.
All I know is that it wasn't worth eating there and now it's off our list!
When we lived in Carlsbad, for a treat, we would go to the Pancake House for breakfast. We seemed to remember we liked it....well I am blogging about it so we remember next time that we don't.
We were seated after a short wait....nice. Immediately asked if we wanted drinks...ok a bit hasty, but thanks.
I ordered a coffee (that comes with whipped cream) and Steve a hot chocolate. My coffee shows up naked. The hot chocolate comes with whipped cream, but this one came with the cream all down the side smeared and mashed on the cup...not even an attempt to wipe it off before dropping it at the table and scramming.
So we waited, and waited, and waited. Steve said he would let me do the talking for fear what would shoot out of his mouth. At that point I suggested we get up and leave...he hesitated...he really wanted pancakes.
We remained seated, frowning until our poor server showed up at the table. I looked at him and said, Alex, I hope you can make this right. He replaced Steve's hot chocolate and told me the "whipped cream" was actually just their creamer in the little metal dispenser....not whipped.
While he was rectifying Steve's mangy hot chocolate another server came to the table to take our order. Now I'm really confused. We started in the vortex of hell; now we have two people taking care of us?
We ordered, I asked for whipped cream for my coffee and we hoped breakfast would be better than how this event began.
I got eggs and corned beef hash with potato pancakes. Eggs were fine...corned beef hash was mashed up like dog food and tasted like raw onions. The potato pancakes were sweet; it just tasted weird.
Steve ate his chocolate chip pancakes without a peep, but when I asked him later how they were he said: how will remember next time that this place sucks? I told him I'd blog about it!
Ugh. Sometimes I wonder if my standard's are getting higher or if these places are getting worse.
All I know is that it wasn't worth eating there and now it's off our list!
Tuesday, March 15, 2011
"Ortega" some may take it, but I'll leave it.
Ortega's, a Mexican Bistro
I had been working a little later on Monday, so once again our dining options, outside of chain restaurants, were quite limited. Steve decided he wanted Mexican. I can always go for some carnitas, so I was up for the suggestion.
I was telling one of the managers at work that we were going to grab some Mexican food. As he shoveled a tiramisu into his gaping hole, I figured, Ben likes food, he has a large gut, he may know a good place to eat and Steve and I could have a dining adventure.
He suggested Ortega, yes, like the boxed taco shell brand, and at this point, we should have gone to the grocery store for a pound of ground beef and a taco kit.
They were open til midnight. Thought if this was a good experience, we'd have one more late night dining joint to add to our list. You can never have too many.
We were one of two or three tables eating. The rest of the customers were sitting at the bar drinking. I tell you this detail, because this information helps to support my utter dissatisfaction.
I ordered a cup of soup and the carnitas platter. Steve decided to give chicken mole a shot.
The soup came after a very long wait and unfortunately there was a miscommunication and I received the wrong soup. When the waitress finally reappeared, I explained that I may have asked for the wrong soup. She offered to bring a cup of the other. This is when the waiting began. I repeat, A CUP OF SOUP!!
Remember only four other people ordering food in the entire restaurant!!!!
What...you take a ladle and dip it in a vat, pour that substance into a cup, and send it out to the customer...I'll even give the cook time to scratch his ass and type a text....and give the server time to flirt before she runs it to the table....7 minutes tops!
Instead, as I assumed would happen, our food arrived and then shortly after the soup.
So I graciously and semi-annoyed, but trying to mask it, refused the soup. Commented that I really didn't want if after the fact, since my food had already arrived.
We ate in silence; displeased with our entrees. Had a feeling they were trying to have a "nouveau" or should I say, "nuevo" Mexican cuisine from various exotic regions of Mexico, when their cook is probably some disgruntled guy from Tijuana that would prefer to make street tacos.
We declined dessert; let's not add salt to the wound. No comment was made about the soup, but luckily it was not on the bill. What went wrong here? Lots of things!
The food, the expediting of the food, and the servers lack of communication with the customer to create a more positive situation.
So, no, it was not worth eating here....it actually sucked....and now I think Ben sucks too!!!
I had been working a little later on Monday, so once again our dining options, outside of chain restaurants, were quite limited. Steve decided he wanted Mexican. I can always go for some carnitas, so I was up for the suggestion.
I was telling one of the managers at work that we were going to grab some Mexican food. As he shoveled a tiramisu into his gaping hole, I figured, Ben likes food, he has a large gut, he may know a good place to eat and Steve and I could have a dining adventure.
He suggested Ortega, yes, like the boxed taco shell brand, and at this point, we should have gone to the grocery store for a pound of ground beef and a taco kit.
They were open til midnight. Thought if this was a good experience, we'd have one more late night dining joint to add to our list. You can never have too many.
We were one of two or three tables eating. The rest of the customers were sitting at the bar drinking. I tell you this detail, because this information helps to support my utter dissatisfaction.
I ordered a cup of soup and the carnitas platter. Steve decided to give chicken mole a shot.
The soup came after a very long wait and unfortunately there was a miscommunication and I received the wrong soup. When the waitress finally reappeared, I explained that I may have asked for the wrong soup. She offered to bring a cup of the other. This is when the waiting began. I repeat, A CUP OF SOUP!!
Remember only four other people ordering food in the entire restaurant!!!!
What...you take a ladle and dip it in a vat, pour that substance into a cup, and send it out to the customer...I'll even give the cook time to scratch his ass and type a text....and give the server time to flirt before she runs it to the table....7 minutes tops!
Instead, as I assumed would happen, our food arrived and then shortly after the soup.
So I graciously and semi-annoyed, but trying to mask it, refused the soup. Commented that I really didn't want if after the fact, since my food had already arrived.
We ate in silence; displeased with our entrees. Had a feeling they were trying to have a "nouveau" or should I say, "nuevo" Mexican cuisine from various exotic regions of Mexico, when their cook is probably some disgruntled guy from Tijuana that would prefer to make street tacos.
We declined dessert; let's not add salt to the wound. No comment was made about the soup, but luckily it was not on the bill. What went wrong here? Lots of things!
The food, the expediting of the food, and the servers lack of communication with the customer to create a more positive situation.
So, no, it was not worth eating here....it actually sucked....and now I think Ben sucks too!!!
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