To the Editor:
Dining at the recently opened Eddie George’s Grill 27 over the weekend was the most horrific culinary experience of my life.
My companions and I arrived at the restaurant a little after 7 p.m. and were told that there would be approximately an hour and 45-minute wait which we spent in the bar. If I had known what was coming later, I would have stayed there and drank my dinner.
Around 9 p.m. we were seated and we ordered soon after. I chose the “smothered chicken” which was described as a chicken breast covered in red peppers and a pesto sauce served atop a bed of mashed potatoes.
After being assured by our waitress a number of times that our food would be out “shortly,” we received our meals an hour and 20 minutes later.
The only thing my dry, shriveled up piece of animal flesh was smothered in was salt. There were no red peppers. There was no pesto. There were no mashed potatoes. Instead, underneath the chicken was an indiscernible substance that had the texture and flavor of a water-logged sponge which, upon inquiry, the waitress informed me was couscous.
My companions had similar problems with their tasteless pasta dishes including an absence of advertised ingredients and exceedingly thin sauces.
In an interesting turn of events, the waitress then brought out a plate of gelatinous mashed potatoes, which, upon sampling, made me wish I had more of the couscous. Needless to say, complaints were made to the manager and we were not charged for our meals.
Anyone who has been to or has read about Eddie George’s Grill 27 knows that the number plays a part in the design and theme of the restaurant.
For my friends and me, it represented the number of times we thanked God for the Taco Bell across the street. I certainly hope that Mr. George has not sunk all his NFL earnings into this venture.
Joe Turek
