Tuesday, October 8, 2013

Lucky's Cafe

             
              
            For millenniums, the search for the quaint café straight out of a Hollywood movie set has plagued Hipsters. Countless escapades and pilgrimages have commenced in the sheer hope that a trendy café will emerge from the ruins and into the hands of trendsetters in the Greater Cleveland area. There has been no such luck of the perfect café…till now.
            Through a tremendous recommendation by our own Sage, we had the pleasant experience of going to Lucky’s Café, a cozy little spot right in the up and coming town of Tremont. On the brisk Sunday afternoon, Sage, Poppy, and I (Thyme), leisurely walked into the establishment sometime around 1. The lunch rush was cooling down, but we still were experiencing the last bit of customers who were trying to squeeze in a late brunch, which included us. However, we didn’t have to wait long, about 8 minutes and we were sat at a table outside, in a charming picnic-style seating.
            While the breeze might have made us wish we brought another layer or two, we were being distracted by the amiable setting we had been seated into. While the scenery isn’t the setting for your next business meeting, it felt like you were sitting in the middle of a garden, which in fact, resided to the right of our table. It was a very trendy/earthy setting. Kind of like the place that made you want to throw on a beanie, your tightest pair of skinny jeans, and read poetry while saving animals (and astonishingly enough, they had a plethora of vegan/vegetarian options).
            As we sang to the birds flying around us, we were greeted by a waitress who genuinely seemed like she wanted to serve us. In fact, all the staff seemed more than pleased with their jobs. They wanted to be there, they wanted to serve us and make sure we were happy customers, enjoying a unique experience. It was refreshing to have a waitress who didn’t seem to be using her job as an audition for the part of Eeyore in Winnie the Pooh. It was more like being at a friend’s house and they just wanted to make sure you were comfortable.  Honestly, it was one of the best parts of the experience…but nothing could beat the food.
            Due to the chill of a September afternoon that gave my body goosebumps, I decided to start off the meal with one of the specials: the Butternut Squash soup. Not only was the piping hot soup enough to warm me up, it was a mixture of tantalizing flavors that made my taste buds wish I had ordered a bowl of it. That was enough to hold me over until the main course arrived. Another special, the eggplant parmesan was decadent, rich, and felt like ol’ grammy had taken it right out of the oven. As Poppy said, “I hate eggplant and honestly, I wish I would have ordered this.” It was that good. Even in my state of pure exhaustion, I overcame the urge to not eat any more and cleaned the dish dry. While I wasn’t able to taste everything on the special’s menu, my advice would be to go for anything that graced the page. You won’t be left upset.
                                



            Poppy decided to try their breakfast option, taking on The Shipwreck. It consisted of a number of things, ranging from eggs and vegetables, to sausage and mushroom. Almost like the perfect omelet, it was a blend of everything you could want in a breakfast meal. While I’m not much one for breakfast foods, I enjoyed it in all of its early food delights, and would certainly order it again if I went back to this restaurant earlier. Plus a seasonal Latte sent my tastebuds dancing from warmth and enjoyment.
                                 
Also catering to the breakfast side of the menu, Sage decided to order the waffles with a blueberry glaze and lemon sauce, topped with whip cream and almonds. If anything, you could say Jesus had prepared this meal in the kitchen himself. Our taste buds couldn’t decide whether it was a breakfast meal or a dessert or if it was even food. Sheer perfection was the least we can say about this meal. The flavors complimented each other so well; you would swear they were doing the tango on your tongue. Sage commented, “Each part of the dish brought a different flavor. The blueberry compote was slightly sweet and acidic which contrasted the sourness of the lemon sauce. Top it off with sweet honey infused whipping cream, you’ve got a roller coaster ride on your tongue.” Sage also ordered a smoothie, which tasted as if the fruit was freshly picked from their own gardens.


            We really did wish we could have ordered some type of pastry from their delicious-looking array of bakery items, yet our stomachs begged us to not intake anymore food. It pained us, but we did admit one more morsel would have caused us to put on our fat-pants.
            Our advice to Lucky’s Café is, really, keep doing what you’re doing. Honestly, it was one of the better meal experiences we have shared together for a while. The setting was charming and cozy, straight from the set of a T.V. show. The food was marvelous, so decadent that it was even featured on Food Network. The staff was so hospitable, you felt like you have been friends with them for years. The only disappointing part of the restaurant is the fact that they only serve breakfast and lunch. If it were possible, we would make the 15 minute drive over to Tremont for every meal. Overall, it’s one of the best restaurants we’ve been to in an extremely long time and without hesitation, we would go back there in a second, right after we put on our fat pants.
Service: #5.0
Food: #5.0
Atmosphere: #4.7
Overall: #4.9


Monday, September 16, 2013

Whitey's Booze N' Burgers

 


               As we entered Whitey's, we expected the dreaded look of disgust from the hostess. “Great, another group of loud, obnoxious teens who will order the cheapest thing on the menu and probably tip 10%.” However, we weren't even greeted by a hostess, rather we waited alone, wishing we were carrying a flashlight to light up the dark labyrinth. After waiting what seemed like our lifetimes, we were finally taken to a table, away from the bar filled with enthusiastic, but naïve Brown's fans.
           Our first impression, sitting down at the small tables pushed together, was that the restaurant was very "homey". The décor on the walls would be something you saw in perhaps your grandma's house. It was cozy, but cozy is going to be very snug when the dinner rush comes in. However, the atmosphere of the cheering/cries from the bar and the overall relaxed tone at dinner time was one we could enjoy while we waited for our waitress to come and serve us.
           Glancing through the menu, we were greeted with many options, most of them with chili on top. Chili, chili fries, chili chips, and even pizza with chili on top! The theme of the restaurant was apparently chili galore. While it's great to have something you are known for, trying to shove it down your customers mouth through every meal isn't going to mask the taste of the meals you haven't perfected.
           We all tried to order from different sides of the menu, covering all our bases. I decided to go for something classic, a Beer Joint: an American cheeseburger with lettuce, tomato, onion, and mayo. Tasty and fresh, the meat seemed to just melt in your mouth. No wonder why they are proud enough to put it in their name. A side of onion rings complimented the meal perfectly, while I just let the fries get cold.
           A tumultuous relationship with her Biology Lab led Mint into the arms of a Taco pizza. Not even her devastated emotions could mask the fact that pizza and chili do not belong together. It just seemed to be a little too much, visually and tastefully. While the chili may have been delicious, the pizza was average and our taste buds were trying to sort all the flavors at once. By the end of the pizza, it seemed like our mouths needed a break. The other two meals we got with chili, we found to be the same scenario. Dill ordered a small bowl of Whitey's Chili, and loved it. It was tasty, not too much, but had a bit of a kick to it as well. However, when Oregano decided to order Macho Nachos, we all found it to be a bit deceiving. Sure, the chili was homemade of course, but the chips tasted as if you got them from your kitchen pantry in a Tostitos bag. So, as much as they rave about their chili, it shouldn't stray away from the bowl.
           With our stomachs full, we reached for our glasses to come up dry. You could have sworn our waitress was on the third moon of Jupiter, physically and mentally. For most of our time at the restaurant, we couldn't even find her, but when she was present, she didn't even bother to take out a notebook and write our orders down (which caused for
much confusion later). A little sassy as well, we found that maybe Whitey's should train their staff a little longer before letting them go off in the wild. But, even if she was qualified to bring us back filled glasses, we wouldn't want to have to pay for the refills.
           So, as we sat there, we took the time to take in the atmosphere of Whitey's. The lighting was dim, which was probably a clever strategy from the management to distract from the unfortunate dilapidation of seat covers. Despite the condition of our table, the restaurant was cozy, making you feel like you were thrown into your grandparent's kitchen, eating all your favorite comfort foods.
            Our advice to you, if you're looking to go out to a place on a Friday or Saturday night, is to pick Whitey's but only if you have certain cravings. Stick to the classics. The hamburgers are delectable. Why else would they have it in their name? Ditch the fries and go for the onion rings. That's where it's at. And, sadly, we couldn't rate the alcohol, but the bar setting is friendly and inviting, great if you want to go out for some friends. Problems start to arise when you stray from what they’re known for. But hey, if you really have a craving for a salad with chili on top, this is your place.


Service: #2.0
Food: #3.0
Atmosphere: #3.5
Overall: #2.6