As often as not when the missus and I decide to go to eat out simple, we will spread the tab to a second location for dessert and spot of wine. Allows the main dish to settle down whilst exploring other future and potential hangouts. It's a chance to see whether the national chain restaurants have made subtle changes to their menus or, for that matter, listened to their customers and changed their service techniques, but I digress.
Tonight started out with a bombed-out pub meal, so looking for a decent Apple Crisp with Vanilla Bean Ice Cream sounded like a reprise from the experience of a terrible meal at another location.
We had been here many years ago when I guess they had the real McCoy prepped and baked by someone who knew what they were doing. Sadly, no longer the case.
What we ended with was a previously frozen, nuked (industry term for microwave heated) rendition of something faintly resembling apple pie mix covered with anemic looking oats, saturated with cinnamon dust and a scoop of tasteless ice cream, no, it was iced milk. As for the wine - we're not going there...
Sorry guys! Not coming back until you find someone who can actually make an apple crisp. Call me - my recipe and prep time for 40 covers is 20 minutes, and your check average will go up!
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