Restaurant review

[riontel]

Despite the compelling case Lena made against such idea, last week N. and I went to a restaurant at the mall. In Boston. Legal Sea Food. Which has an added bonus of being a chain that exists mostly at the malls and airports. We were so determined to eat there that we actually waited on line. Well, not 'on line' exactly, because hereabouts they give you these little devices that flash and make horrible noises, like your very own pocket-size portable police chaser, when your table is ready, which allows you to wander off as far as Crate&Barrel, for instance. We agreed to be subjected to that indignity because the promised wait was about ten minutes and nearest food place that wasn't a food court was at least a ten-minute-drive away (yeah, Toto, we are not in NYC anymore).

The food was unforgettable, in the sense that I am never going back there. There were no winners in the entre competition, but the sticky overly sweet and all permeating sauce on N.'s fish was so bad, my bland baked Boston scrod seemed quite palatable by comparison. The only thing that made the whole experience tolerable was our waiter. Just for the record, I consider blondness to be a complete turn off in a guy, but this specimen was exceedingly easy on the eyes: tall, built, curly blond, like something out of GQ or Calvin Klein commercial, except fully dressed, more is the pity. I spent the whole evening ogling the guy, to N.'s continued amusement. Waiter's good looks, however, do not redeem the awful food and as there is no chance they will throw in a free striptease, Legal Sea Food is definitely "off the list"©.