The hubby and I went to Michael Patrick’s Sports Cafe and Grille in the Golden Nugget Casino this past weekend.
The ambience proved nice enough. There’s the standard big screen TV and lounge area, decked out with comfortable seating arranged for tournament watching and group interaction. Beyond this, customers are privy to a dining area with a tree-lined ocean view. Although the waitress in this sports cafe scored lackluster marks in all levels of performance, the picture of the palms in twilight and the “Coca Colas” were cause to overlook her. So, we ordered.
The food received mixed reviews. We chose the artichoke and spinach dip as an appetizer. It was served with tortilla chips and salsa. The chips and spinach were warmed to perfection, delicious. However, the salsa looked like puréed shit; and to my dismay, it tasted what I imagine would be the same.
My guy had the MP’s Signature Burger with fries. It was a big burger and gave him about as much trouble as I do. He said it was one of the best burgers that he has ever had. He even asked the muscular, galloping waitress to tell the chef that he’d one day be back for another. I, on the other hand, should have taken my luck at the slots as foreshadowing and lowered my expectations of succulence when I ordered the Bang Bang Burrito.
The description of the BBB announced fried shrimp tossed in homemade zesty Bang Bang sauce, served on a garlic-herb tortilla with lettuce, tomatoes, and pepper jack cheese. I figured it would be tasty and a little spicy just like I like it! Well, the only thing banging was my head on the corner of the table-punishment for choosing the wrong menu item. The sauce was sweet, not spicy. The cheese was shredded mozzarella, not pepper jack. I’d give it an 7.5 on a scale of 1-10.
If you’re wondering why I didn’t simply send it back, it’s because I was hungry. If I had returned it, I would’ve ordered something else to eat. (I will send food back with a reorder in fancy restaurants. I figure getting right is important to them to protect the brand.)However, when the service is mediocre from the start, and the waitress tells you she doesn’t know what the food is like because she’s never tasted it, I’m a little frightened as to what bodily fluids may be served up next if I dare to complain. That’s just me.
Anyway, the verdict is still out on this one. When bae goes to get his burger, maybe I’ll order one, too.