When I arrived with Phil and Stacy this place was pretty dead. Mind you, we didn’t mind. By the time we left it was packed and busy.. We beat the crowds, woohoo..
The food came pretty quickly, the service was pretty good.. As I told Phil and Stace, I don’t remember tasting anything. Nothing really wow’d me here.
Please note that I was slightly intoxicated when eating here. In all fairness to the business take that into consideration. But note that drunk doesn’t mean that I can’t taste or remember flavors.
Everything was just there, almost like synthetic with no real flavor or passion behind the food.
Are you drunk? Need some quick nutrition? Sure why the hell not…
I’m a Bronx Raised Puerto Rican who dances in pink tights! Please do take note of the date on a post, over the years my views have evolved and they continue to do so. It’s all about growth and progress. Peace.