This restaurant is in the same building Shoney’s had been in. Shoney’s had hardly been gone more than a month, when this place opened. I walk in, and am told you pay before eating, no big deal. That’s not unheard of. Golden Corral operates this way. But Golden Corral serves food. I don’t know what this place serves. And how do I know what kind of tip I want to leave? Easy enough, just put a zero in the tip line. Make sure you have cash on hand. But before I can go to the table, to utter contempt disguised as food, I have to pay Kelly, who would rather be doing something else. Something that doesn’t involve other human beings. But the food! The food! Oy! Everything just tasted off, as if it were a recreation by an alien race, trying to fool you that you were still on Earth. It didn’t work. Flavors were strange, and many things were just too salty. I’ll probably have to lie in a tub of warm water, while drinking numerous glasses of water to see if I can restore the salt to water ratio in my body. The corn bread stuffing was flavored in such a way, that I thought maybe it was an Indian attempt at a marriage of curry and stuffing. And I’ve NEVER had catfish like that. Just avoid the catfish, assuming you’re crazy enough to visit this place after reading this. My daughter took one bite of the spaghetti and declared it was«Too spicy». What that means, coming from her, is that it is over flavored, and probably too much black pepper. You’d think even an alien race could get spaghetti right. After trying, in addition to the catfish, rutabaga, cabbage(they got that one right! I should have just eaten a big plate of cabbage, problem solved), stuffing, potato salad(only mildly disappointing), pinto beans, and a few other things that escape me(how I wish they would) I thought I could cleanse my pallet with banana pudding. What was I thinking? The banana pudding tasted like vanilla pudding, that was giving thought to maybe trying to be banana pudding. ANDITHADBANANASINIT! How is this even possible? Maybe they should offer cherry pie that tastes like peach cobbler. That’ll keep people on their toes. And before I forget, there’s the cream corn. I didn’t touch it. It was far too weird looking. It looked like pieces of corn suspended in aspic. You know, the gelatinous substance you see in wet cat food. In all of the years of home style, and soul food places, I’ve never seen a creation like this. I suspect it was alive, and waiting to eat my head, as the corn wasn’t sufficient. Anyway, the experience was one to be forgotten, and I hope I can. Stay away from this place. Just do yourself a favor, go somewhere else. Anywhere. Maybe home. Don’t even eat in restaurants that are near this place, it could have spread. And to the people who own and operate this place, I hope they figure out that they have some issues before they have to close their doors. I don’t wish them ill, I’d like for them to be successful, but after the initial interest wears off, and people have satisfied their curiosity, I don’t expect things to go well if they insist on maintaining the current recipes they are using. It might help them to eat the food at this place. Just once should get their attention. Once they sort that out, they need to get some internet presence. They don’t have a webpage of any sort that I could find. And they don’t come up in any of the various searches I tried.
