We just returned from a breakfast outing to an establishment north of Santa Cruz – old place, new revamp – that can’t possibly be serious about serving food. It can’t actually desire to win the hearts and minds of customers. Can it?
I mean it took thirty minutes for three separate wait staffers, at least two managers that we could see (maybe more in the wings) and someone in the kitchen to FINALLY produce two out of three dishes worth eating. My pancakes was devoid of flavor. Wait. They did have some flavor. And it was not good. Plus the pancakes were the size of hubcaps on steroids, thick and dry as old sponges left out in the sun.
Dry, flavorless and thirty minutes in the making. Not a recipe for success.
Surely this isn’t an actual restaurant? and if not, what is it? Hmmmm.
