One of Cara and I’s favorite things to do is go out on dates, just the two of us, which usually involves food. We have a couple of regular spots, one of which I’m only a little embarrassed to say in Quizno’s. Ours near Coosaw Creek is especially good. There’s something about the way they toast the sandwiches, and I especially enjoy their prime rib selections as well as the beef brisquet. Cara usually gets the tuna salad sandwich, and she enjoyes the sesame seed rolls. It’s less than $20 with chips, a drink and a cookie, and we’re always satisfied about getting what we paid for.
When we go out to a nice restaurant and pay $20 plus for one main course, we expect it to be delectable. On Friday, we went to Old Village Post House in Mt. Pleasant, and it was a dissappointment. I’ve been in the South my whole life, and never picked up my Dad’s New Yorker delight in such situations. So, in true Southern form, I’ll talk about them behind their backs. I don’t like to complain, and I was hungry. Anyway, I regret not sending the food back. The salad was a little confusing. I normally enjoy vinigrette dressing, and there was something just not quite right. I’m not sure if it was too much salt, or too much vinegar, it just didn’t taste right. Then, my scallops came out luke warm. And the concoction of onions, tomatoes and greens just didn’t work. The cold scallops tasted good, even though they were cold. And I didn’t send it back. I love scallops. My mistake. I told the waiter the meal was so-so and he shrugged his shoulders and said, “I’m sorry” but he didn’t offer to take anything off the bill send over the manager, whatever. I was more interested in enjoying Cara than dealing with performance issues with the restaurant. We ordered dessert, which was also dissappointing. I’m not sure how you ruin apple and strawberry cobbler, but they found a way, probably by leaving it under the heat lamp for too long. So, all three of my courses were dissappointing. I also commented that the dessert was not that great. Cara enjoyed her pork chop. Next time, it all goes back, or we’ll just leave and go to Quizno’s.