It was Christmas day and due to poor planning and a growling stomach, we hit the streets searching for any sign of edible salvation. Much to our dismay, the only things we could find open were Jack in the Box, and Fox & Hound. Since I’m still doing my best to avoid all things deep fried we opted for Fox & Hound. We enter the building and the first thing I noticed is that I couldn’t smell any food. Actually, it smelled faintly of urine and wood. We’re told to take any table we like, so we have a seat and watch an obnoxious number of televisions screaming out the latest overplayed trashy pop music possible for about 20 minutes before a waitress finally walks up, provides a menu and gets our drink order. We throw in our food order at the same time since we weren’t sure when they would return. This was a good decision apparently since it took 45 minutes for the food to make it out. His order: a chili covered hamburger and fries. My order: pulled bbq’d pork over mashed potatoes with a grilled chicken breast on the side.

What we got: a burger with no flavor (even with the chili), and dried pork shreds that had obviously sat under the heat lamp while the bbq sauce dehydrated to a gellatenous paste over the top. After all that waiting we get crap to eat. The only consolation was that the waitress must have seen our disgusted faces because when she brought the check, she had discounted one of our meals off the ticket. Overall, that place needs to figure out what it wants to be when it grows up. If it’s a bar, reduce the menu to barfood that any short order cook can’t get wrong. If it’s a restaraunt, learn how to time your tables and make your staff eat the food once in a while… maybe if they new what it tasted like they’d push for better dishes.

~WC~