Mesa, Central Arizona. 48 miles south of Payson
(supposedly Ranked #206 in Mesa, AZ ...out of 300 or so)
THE RATING: Half Star out of 5. (Strictly for the view)
THE SKINNY: BAD DRINKS, BAD FOOD, JERRY SPRINGER CIRCUS SERVICE. NICE VIEW.
PROS:
- Sitting on the patio allows for a wonderful scenic lakeside view, and probably a nice place to watch the sunset.
CONS:
THE FAT: So we were returning from Payson, and took the long scenic route as my girlfriend loves a good scenic drive. We thought that a nice Lake side dining experience before the long drive still ahead of us would be a nice way to finish the evening off. Oh my Lord, were we wrong. So the menu should have made us turn around I think, it was pretty elementary bar food, already not quite the level we were aiming for, but we figured eh, lets give it a shot, the view itself will be worth it. So we go in and are eventually seated by one of the four people hanging out in front. Outside on the lake side elevated patio, the view really was gorgeous, but was soon followed by the worst water downed margarita I've ever had in my life. To call this thing a water downed margarita is an insult to bad drinks; this was more like sewer water poured into a glass that previously contained a water downed margarita. My lady had a burger which honestly was the safe bet and at least excusable as a burger and almost as good (not quite) as a low grade fast food joint burger, me being the moron that I am, decided to go with the catfish. I've had the self proclaimed"best catfish in the world" in a diner in Baton Rouge....and now I can honestly say, I've experienced both ends of the spectrum. This meal, interrupted only by the juvenile rantings of some 18 year old waitress' proclamation of what she was going to do to her babies daddies new girlfriend to her table which was next to ours, our own server who would occasionally stop by to perform her over dramatized rendition of what she's seen servers on t.v performing as and at one point in the middle of the meal, having to eat in the complete dark when the bar decided to turn off its beer light which it turns out was the only lighting being offered on the patio at the time. It was only when our Charlie Chaplin mockery of a server came out and tripped on herself that they decided to turn another light on. As I went to choke the last bit of flattened sad, humiliated over-breaded catfish swimming in its depressing puddle of grease, the lemon slices that i had requested as soon as we had received our meals (somewhere about the time, the other waitress was asking her tables to confirm that "yes, ofcourse my baby ain't ugly, look at me, i'm hot and classy, ain't I?" finally arrived to the table. I considered sucking on them just to wash the taste and the memory of the whole experience from my mouth.
Really is a shame, the view is great, and the location albeit limited I'm sure has some potential with the right management and timing. (A ferry chock full of hungry tourists landed a few minutes after they closed) It would be nice to see someone clean out this outhouse and actually put a restaurant here. Unless all you want is a bottled beer (wouldn't even trust them to pour a draft beer correctly) and maybe throw in a shot at being the other waitress' third babies daddy, I would steer way way clear of this place, Bring a picnic and go sit on the waterfront docks below, you'll be much happier.
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