The hospitality to be too country. An old friend took the time to sit and chew the fat with us.
The portions to be too generous. I couldn't finish my fish sammich, it was that large.
The atmosphere was too rural. I mean, with a drive out to the sticks, you'da thought theyd put in something urbane.
The ownership too on top of it. The blue cheese cole-slaw, too tasty. The country ham, too salty. The fried bologna appetizer, too homey.
Service was too friendly. The woman acted like she knew us.
Oh, and the drink list- who was the moron that dreamt that one up? And wines? Accessible Bordeaux, really?
All-in-all, what were they thinking? That they could just do what they want and people would simply come?
Don't tell a soul about this place... I want it to myself!
