Ask anyone who knows me, and they will tell you that I am a bonafide foodie. I love to eat out at different restaurants and fraternize with friends any chance that I get. I am, however, a picky eater. I like what I like and if I don't like it--shove it. I have realized that this attitude may not be the best, so in recent weeks, I have been trying to stay away from my tried and true Olive Garden (which is AMAZING) and Joe's Crab Shack (which, I believe was co-founded by Jesus, Muhammed, Baha'i and Buddha because it's that awesome) and trying to venture outside of my comfort zone.
Last week, I tried Ethiopian food for the first time (although I have a feeling that I was introduced to this type of food by my mom when I was little). The food was cool--except for the Injera (flat bread thing that you eat with) that kind of tasted a bit fermented and extra tart. Good experience--not my favorite.
This week, my friend Kellie and I decided we would try vegan soul food. We had been passing this particular place in downtown Oakland numerous times on our way to our usual spot, Home of Chicken and Waffles (which has the best food and drinks in the city), and every time we'd pass it, we'd promise ourselves we'd eat there one day. Why not eat a healthy twist on an old favorite? We just knew it was going to be amazing--WRONG.
Looking back on the experience, I feel like we should've known that this wasn't going to turn out to be an awe inspiring experience--we just didn't listen to the signs.
I had been texting my dear friend all day to solidify our plans to go to this spot that we just KNEW was going to be on point. Being the food conscious people that we are, Kellie and I were no strangers to vegetarian/vegan food because we often partake in it and rather enjoy it.
After work, we meet up, drive the few minutes from my house to the downtown location, park and the fun (or lack thereof) begins there.
We walk into the restaurant expect some posh, artsy type of atmosphere and were immediately bitch slapped back to reality. This place is obviously a club-turned-restaurant (and I use that term loosely) that made my high school cafeteria look like Ruth's Chris. After a little debate, we decided that we wouldn't hold that against them because there are plenty of hole-in-the-walls with SPECTACULAR food and this just may be one of them.
About five minutes passed as we waited for the host/hostess to come greet us and sit us at a table--upon which we figured out that the host/hostess did not exist. We turn to the right only to see a cashier and a chalkboard menu behind her (which we later find out is the scam--pay upfront so that if your food sucks--which it did, you're S.O.L.). SIGNS NUMBER 1, 2 & 3.
It's our turn to order, so we look at the extensive (and I use that term loosely) chalkboard selection and decide to order the sampler--you know, so we can get a taste of everything. Upon ordering, said cashier collected our money, handed us a number (written on notebook paper) and told to take a seat at one of the many park bench/picnic tables that furnished the establishment. SIGNS NUMBER 4 AND 5.
We enjoy a bit of conversation while waiting for our meal to arrive--which ended up arriving within 15 minutes (first plus of the evening). The BBQ tofu was tasty as were the yams--thus making us feel like the trip was well worth it--even with the less than desirable ambiance. We were wrong.
The mac-n-cheese was only edible with lots of hot sauce--which turned out to be liquid salt with red food coloring. The red beans and rice, we thought would be great because...well--it's red beans and rice. Wrong again. What they tried to pass for red beans and rice would more aptly be described as tomato paste with bean flavoring. How you mess up red beans and rice is beyond me--it has to be equivalent to burning ramen noodles.
^^washing down the horrid taste with at least two gallons worth of water^^
The cornbread broke as soon as it was touched by a fork--they may as well have given me a bowl of corn meal and a spoon. The southern fried tofu I can't even speak on because it was four types of wrong--it would made a great paper weight though--albeit a greasy one.
Just when Kellie and I thought it couldn't get any worse, we found the greens hiding under the heap of grossness. GREENS!! YES!! SOLACE AT LAST!! There is not a possible way to mess up greens so our hearts were immediately warmed.
We picked up our forks, scooped up a heaping pile, put the tasty looking veggies in our mouths and promptly spit them back out onto the nearest napkin, floor, waiter we could find. HOW THE HELL DOES A VEGan mess up VEGtables?!?!?! Isn't that in your job description? This is what you do best--it's all you eat--and you make a concoction that taste worse than old shoelaces and a 10-year-old jock strap!!!
Needless to say, we left post haste, $20 poorer, with rumbling stomachs and the worst after taste known to humankind.
Moral of the story--we should've just gone to chicken and waffles for $2 happy hour and half priced food.
Peace.