To share, we were going to order the crowd pleasing
|They used to be small, compact discs; these were haphazard in comparison.|
I admit that I don't like thick cut French toast to begin with, but if you choose to serve it that way, please do so in a manner whereby the entire slice of bread is cooked through. As if the boredom of the dish wasn't enough, to add insult to injury, the center was simply uncooked bread. Luckily, when slathered with the delicious cinnamon butter and drowned in extra maple syrup, it was okay. It was supposed to be served with walnuts, but I didn't see any: in the toast, in the butter, in the syrup; I checked everywhere...no walnuts. Sigh.
|I know it's blurry, but you can see my point: raw bread inners!|
Over the course of the past year or so Counter has changed their menu numerous times (for the worse), adding uninspired dishes and removing favorites. They've raised their prices considerably and have drastically decreased their portions. As Counter is a somewhat upscale establishment, in a tough economy I can almost forgive this-- but not when the service and/or atmosphere is not up to snuff in proportionate merit. There was no music playing, our waitress was obviously bored by us, the food was mediocre, and, most egregiously, the chair I sat in was almost entirely reupholstered with duct tape. Not cool, Counter. I wish you the best, but it's going to take a while to get me back.