Vuli

I cannot stand by a restaurant where the owner writes this on a gay family fb page:
«Paul Vulaj said–
You people make me f**king puke. How dare you suggest that a f**king gay family is the norm. Go to f**king helllll.
Like February 8 at 4:01pm»
Do not support this restaurant!

ok… as soon as my coworkers suggested we go to a restaurant in a hotel i should have run through a pile of rusty razor blades, swallowed a hand grenade and taken a swim in a vat of gasoline. sigh… never again. what could make it worse??? THE FREAKIN THING ROTATED… i thought these restaurants went away in the 70’s. i found myself getting a little disoriented after my second drink. the campy piano player wasn’t helping either.
ok.enough with my superficial rant… lets go over the things that really matter. the food? i had the scallop appetizer. nothing overly impressive about it, but not bad. my bison tenderloin? not bad either. cooked just right, but the dish overall… unimpressive. now… other people at my table were not as lucky… and frankly… it serves them right. they were the ones who suggested the freakin place. i blame them. my buddie’s truffled mashed potatoes had no truffles. my other colleagues grilled lamb chops came not grilled and piccata style w/​no capers? i dunno… sounded retarded to me. our service was glacially slow. and the drinks… only so so. OH… and pricey… very very pricey. this place gets every thumb down that i can give it. the only reason it got two stars was because my food didn’t actually make me throw up in my mouth.
in closing, if you live in a trailer park, just won the lottery, and you want to take your 1^st cousin out on a date… then this is your place.