L & N Restaurant Louisville
Not the L&N Railroad, or the L&N train store, which rocks balls. But, the L&N Restaurant. See, Wednesday Night is Zule and my date night. We are old, so we just go out to dinner together. Then we go home and watch a movie and then have relations. (I know, tmi, sorry). Anyhoo, I find an ad in the LEO for this L&N place. I'd heard great things about it. So, Zule and I walk in and have the most miserable dining experience of our lives, except this one fucked up dining adventure in Italy. Anyway, here is a litany of my bitchy complaints.
1) a dead fly in the window. Zule almost walked out then, but he wanted me to be happy, so he did not comment on it.
2) horrible food. We had four courses, an appetizer, a salad course, a main course and a desert. All of them were fusion suck. I could not even eat my main course, b/c it tasted AWFUL! Yes, we get it, you are trying to be different, but please, fuse shit together that is palatable and blends together. The last I checked melted provolone over cold beans and mushrooms does not blend.
3) outrageous pricing. Really, I don't mind spending a lot of money on good food. However, if the food is pretentious and bad, I will object to a total of $125.00 for two people's food. (I think 15 dollars of that was for two beers Dave had, and two dollars for a coffee I had, so it was not like we drank dinner).
4) In separate incidents, both Zule and I were walked in on in the bathroom by clueless servers.
5) Service was continentally slow. Not European style continental service, which I can take, but literally fucking continents have drifted more quickly than our food came.
By the end, we were insane with hunger and rage. I literally thought the kitchen staff was practicing fencing in the parking lot when I went outside to smoke and at least found that entertaining, but they werent. I should really really wear my glasses.