Chez Dena

After a refreshing stroll on the coast my honey and I decided to try something new to mix things up –no I don’t mean a hard wedge pillow– I mean trying a new restaurant that has bad Unilocal reviews but might be a misunderstood diamond in the rough. After talking out what we were both comfortable with we decided to try Chez Dena.
Parking was horrible and we were forced to park on a hill, which should have been a sign, any legit restaurant should have a level parking area reserved for customers. Once we were inside and seated (in a dark corner right by the bathroom I might add), we were able to look around and take in the «ambience» of Chez Dena. Almost all of the other diners were bearded hipster dudes wearing blue flannels and they were blasting a bizarre death metal mashup, a weird choice but whatever gets them off I guess…
I decided to go with the unidentified «House Special» which turned out to be a soggy bologna sandwich with ketchup. It was bland and frankly, disgusting. The waiter was an intimidating bearded man who slammed our plates around. Every time he went back into the kitchen we could hear him arguing loudly with the chef in Russian… FYI there is no f***ing way this is real french food.
When my sweetie-​poo tried to send his eggs back for having too many long dark hairs in it, the chef, a short angry woman, stormed out of the kitchen and started smacking us with a huge spoon and screaming at us in Russian! We ran out of there and the crazy chef and scary waiter chased us half way up the street!
My pookie-​bear and I were so frazzled by the way we were treated and obviously still hungry, that we decided to grab some Filet-​O-​Fish from our favorite Micky D’s location and eat them in the car while writing this review to let the world know to AVOID CHEZ DENA!!!

Whatever you do, DON’T eat the cereal a la milk here. They always advertise it as their most famous dish, but it’s only famous because of how terrible it is. First of all, it’s listed on the menu as market price, which turned out to be over $ 40. Second of all, it seemed a lot like a regular bowl of cereal that I could make at home, although I couldn’t be too sure since I don’t cook. The worst part was that the maître d, a brawny and menacing (yet strangely alluring) bearded fellow, stood over my shoulder the entire time that I ate. He was drenched with sweat and had a wild look in his eye as he shook with rage, he didn’t speak. This frightened me and left me confused and aroused. I don’t think I’ll be returning to this establishment anytime soon. Also the parking sucks.

first off they served me a salad with only three dressing choices, lite ranch and thousand Island and some sort of bs balsamic junk. yuck… then when i ask the waitress if there are more dressings and she came back with a heated fork from the stove and burned my arm. It hurt but it didnt burn me the way she hoped. I then demanded a free refill and refused so i took my things and left. insanely bad service and she smelled like feces. double yuck. never again.