"I always get into trouble when I give an honest assessment. I don't want to call back, I don't want any other chance, I just say it like I see it, so someone responsible can adapt. we have made reservations, it was our jubilee clear, we were in the widest corner of the restaurant, near an open door, where only feet outside, was a pool full of screaming children with a pool party. it may have been the quietest part of the restaurant, there was a single musician who played to a space of fifty diner, with whom ampere himself as he was in wembly stage. I had to speak unhappyly loud, just try to be heard from my wife, sitting over a wonderfully cramped table, dirty, with scratches and scares on it. I sat on a bank, at least 50 years old, in which I sank and put the table on nipple level. I'm 6 feet 2 inches tall, so my nipples are up there. I had no fun from the beginning, so I had a beer, in the hope, a little alcohol would brighten my mood. the beer came in a plastic cup. looks like a regular tumbler, but it was plastic! no mood that illuminates here. the beer was cool in the temperature and maui blonde is a delicious beer. wife had a mai tai who was much strong, so her mood was enlightened! there were at least two vegetarian selections; my wife reduces her intake of animal protein for health reasons. she had mac nut pesto pasta. I had to go back. I don't know when it became popular to stack food on other means of life, but the ribs came out as if they were to have been in a nutshell, not on a dish. about six finger potatoes (we call them seeds on the farm), the seasonal vegetables, that was four baby bok choy, which sat in the steam table for several hours, and literally six small ribs. not even half a rack, $28. all tidyly stacked on top of each other, like a small food dump. rib could have been boiled in a pressure cooker, there was no char, no millard effect (sp)"
Hilo
