At the very least, have a snack before you leave home. The crowd seemed sort of old-money, country club, tennis snobbish.
The Boston clam chowder wasn’t piping hot, however it was thick, the way I like it, but I didn’t get much ‘clam’.
great before. These were, alas, bad. Tasteless goo. I’m sure the tourists will LOVE it, like they love Fisherman’s Wharf and the Santa Cruz Boardwalk. Like morons do. Ga-hilk.
Lovers Point deserves sparkly windows. The floor in the restaurant was also filthy and the air inside was not as fresh as it could be-
I’d never had a bad tuna sandwich…til I ate here. C’mon, crack open the can, throw in some mayo, how hard can it be?
Favaloro’s Big Night Bistro:
This place has all the ambiance and romance you want, with a nice fat side of pretentious, mostly the clientèle of course. I came here with my boyfriend to celebrate our one year anniversary and left unimpressed with the service and accommodations. We felt discriminated and really, the food wasn’t that great for me. I’ve had better clams! Anyhow, the experience left me disappointed and hurt, so I wrote a letter to the owners. I explained my experience in detail and got a call a few days later. Maria, one of the owners understandably defended her family business and yet was very accommodating and offered me a gift certificate. If only in response to my uncomfortable experience did I in turn offend her. So 3 stars on the account of Maria’s efforts and the fact that they are a family business. I don’t intend on returning with the gift certificate. What am I supposed to say “Hey I’m the girl who totally dissed your business with a big fatty letter and now I’m back, so feed me for free?” nah, I don’t think so
WHACK!!! lots of old people. Overpriced breakfast with bad coffee. $8 for two pieces of “french toast”, are you serious?
The waitress hurries and let’s the hostess know she does not want us in her section because she already has one table…..Well……I’m tall and dark, and came in with a beanie on. It was blatant racism by one person
Sometimes you get somebody sweet and helpful, but thrice I have dealt with this snotty, rude college-age girl with blond hair. had the crab cakes and almost gagged upon the first bite–fishy in that BAD fishy way, bits of crunchy i-don’t-know-what.
The waiter suggested a basket of fries for the table and assured us that they were worth the price of $3.50 a basket. Shoestrings with a smidge of garlic. Wow! Cutting edge. A girlfriend ordered extra cheese on her sandwich and was charged an additional $3.50 for that as well. I guess that is there way of telling you You’re in PG now.
made a big mistake in ordering the salmon benedict though. I paid dearly for ordering that–it was too salty and I had extra servings… errrr, shavings of pubes. Not the way to start your day!