malnourished bartender skills. several people, albiet of nascent trendie personification, informed me of a diner that serves the all conclusive grilled cheese sandwich. not so long ago, toying with the idea of actually mounting the seemingly cheesy prevarication, an associate and i left the restaurant just north of the mule, and decided to try this grilled cheese haven.
we bellied up to what seemed like a bar full of goblin hats and pubescent facial hair with all eyes deeply buried in the screens of their mobile phones. we waited for almost five minutes until an alpaca hat clad bartender skipped all salutations, threw down our menus and walked away. the aforementioned was indeed indicative of our time to exit, but seemingly excusable, the bartender was slammed...
we ordered 2 unsaid irish stouts, followed by what seemed to be a cheesy italian after school special sandwich. the bartender dropped our cans in front of us, and then to our horror, she delivers two frozen mugs and again walks away without a hint of concern. finally, she comes back and we ask for pint glasses, she doubles them up and drops them in front of us.
the food was below average, but good for the for the comfort food craving crowd i'm sure. the said restaurants venue beckons the multi-screened broadcasting of sports, and i expect that wings will soon be on the menu-engulfed in cheese and sandwiched between badserviceand sophomoric attempts at casual dining.