This was a tough one to call.
On the plus side, a heaving mass of people having a good time, and a menu full of local favorites.
On the negative side, a heaving mass of people, and the heat that heaving mass causes. And a menu full of favorites that only a local would love.
There was something homespun about the restaurant. The decor was a bit thrown together, just like an aunt's house. The clientele was similarly of the kind you'd find around at your aunt's house, with more than the average number of those who can't have walked up one of the steep hills to the place.
The menu was a bit hit and miss, with dishes that could have been made at home.
For example, I had the robust sounding Yummy Roasted Brussels Sprouts with Parmesan and Truffle Oil, and the Grilled Rib Chop with Black Eyed Peas, Escarole and Current Mustard. Both dishes tasted as if they had been produced by someone's mum, and lacked the delicate touch of artistry that's usually associated with a top restaurant.
Not that any of that mattered one bit, because it was all about our guests, Cecile and George, and Cheryl and Blake. At least they all got to eat at our parent's house.
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