I had some friends in town and decided to check out a new restaurant in town. I picked it for the view more than the food. It has a Mexican-sounding name, so I figured everyone would find something they’d eat.
The hostess seated us and called the menu “eclectic” as she handed them out. One look, and I realized she had no idea what that word meant.
Of course there were tacos. But there were ribs, linguine and clams, fish and chips too. It read like two airport restaurants decided to save money on printing costs and combined their menus.
I wanted to talk to the chef and ask him how he came up with such a hodge hodge. I can only assume they are the last stop in town for the Sysco truck. Whatever is left in the back when they drop by is how they determine what’s on the menu that night.