My friends and I came here to eat with the wishful thinking of seeing strippers (we were disappointed in this respect). It turns out that this place is a steak place where you cook your own steak (I was severely disappointed in this respect).
I ordered a teriyaki steak because I wasn't that hungry and this was one of the cheaper steaks. I knew that I wasn't a particularly good cook, and this meal confirmed that. Customers cook on a grill set up toward the front of the restaurant. I didn't want to overcook my meat, so I severely undercooked it. I was trying to go for medium rare, but what I got was really rare.
My friends got a salad and a side of macaroni and cheese, which I stole off of (all the sides here are served family-style) and which were pretty good.
Overall, I don't go to restaurants to cook; I go to restaurants so that better cooks than me cook for me. The problem with a restaurant that allows you to cook your own meat is that a lot of the time the cooking is only as good as the cook. Bottom line: the meat here could have been cooked better (is that my fault for cooking the meat, or the restaurant's fault for having me cook the meat, or my fault for going to a restaurant that allows customers to cook their own meat in the first place?). To add insult to injury, I'm not even that big a fan of teriyaki.
410 Market Street
San Diego, CA 92101
(619) 235-4668
Head Public Restaurant Critic
7/26/2009
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I'm not sure how I feel about the Hooters restaurant chain. On the one hand, it objectifies women, but, on the other hand, aren't women supposed to be objectified?
Philosophical debates aside, I had wings split among two flavors, mild and parmesan garlic; the wings were good, and I don't think I've had a better parmesan garlic anywhere else.
Also, my friend introduced me to tater tots covered in cheese and sour cream, which are probably really bad for you, but hey, that's how you know they're good, right?
Had a falafel döner at this place, and it was pretty good, hitting the mark for me. This restaurant had more on the menu that I wanted to try, but alas, there's only so much that can fit in my stomach (and my wallet is only so big).
This Caribbean-style, upscale restaurant was offering special lunch deals due to a certain event that was taking place nearby, and I assume was trying to cater to a lower clientele than it normally would. I had a burger, which was alright, but since this place was a bit fancy, I was expecting something not as plain as what I had received. My lunchmate got a plate of fried plantains and seasoned ground beef, which looked pretty good; I was jealous.
Thank god for uniformity! It's nice to know that a Texan visiting California can get the same roasted chicken breast Subway sandwich that he's so used to. (And yes, the Texan is kicking himself in the ass for not trying some of the local cuisine, but he was really REALLY hungry and this Subway restaurant was oh so conveniently located (aren't they all?).)
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