The Dubliner is a basic Irish pub on Washington street, an unassuming business in a sea of Sushi and Tapas restaurants. We were there with a small group of friends on a Thursday night for a happy hour.
First of all, the Guinness is outstanding. Go to McGurk's for the patio; go to The Dubliner for the pints. The food is higher-end pub fare- "Gastropub" if you will. We decided to start with the Charcuterie platter, which had three or so artisan cheeses and pate as well as a very odd tasting duck (I think) liver. It was not foie gras. Besides the mystery liver, everything else on the plate was very good. For our entrees, Tim kept it simple with a pub burger, but I ventured a little further with the Green Peppercorn Burger, which I can only describe as interesting. I liked it, it just tasted different. Our friends had an array of food as well, ranging from pasties, which I think were described as good, to fish and chips that smelled like the Mississippi River in July. This was the only misstep of the evening.
The service we had was also good. It was a Thursday night, so there weren't many patrons, but we had 10 or so people and no one went without a pint if they wanted more.
The Dubliner is a good option for dinner that isn't trendy or stuffy and a great option for a Guinness.
www.dublinerstl.com
Sunday, December 12, 2010
Saturday, December 4, 2010
Franco, Cie Vous Plait
Franco is a cute little restaurant tucked into the corner of the sprawling Soulard Market Lofts. I've driven by this corner many times going to the market and yet didn't notice this place, which is only denoted by a black metallic sign on a brick facade.
We made reservations, which at a French restaurant are NOT necessary at 6 PM but since I get dining points through OpenTable.com, why not? There were a few diners present at that time and a few more in the bar area. This place is quite small, but it added to a nice atmosphere and since this was in a loft building, the brick was exposed as well as having vaulted ceilings. There was a private party being seated as we were leaving in a separate room with this giant painting that just said LIQUOR all over it. I was a fan.
I didn't even open the wine menu as I was nursing the results of an open bar the afternoon before, but the wine "Cellar" is in the dining room and it looked as though there was a decent selection. We started with the odd appetizer combo of raw oysters and pate*. The pate came as a duo, with the traditional chicken and also lamb. The lamb was decent but the chicken was still the star. Unfortunately, after our vacation in the Northeast, we've been spoiled on our oysters; these were fine but not outstanding.
We each ordered fish for our entree, Tim a freshwater trout, and me the saltwater baramundi. Tim's was-I'm guessing here-a lemon/wine reduction and mine (I actually READ the menu) had a pumpkin seed/cream reduction over a polenta-type cake stuffed with arugula. Both were very tasty.
This was definitely one of the better restaurants we've been to lately. The atmosphere was good and the food even better. I think we'll be back.
* How do you add accents and all those other French marks on an English keyboard??
www.eatatfranco.com
We made reservations, which at a French restaurant are NOT necessary at 6 PM but since I get dining points through OpenTable.com, why not? There were a few diners present at that time and a few more in the bar area. This place is quite small, but it added to a nice atmosphere and since this was in a loft building, the brick was exposed as well as having vaulted ceilings. There was a private party being seated as we were leaving in a separate room with this giant painting that just said LIQUOR all over it. I was a fan.
I didn't even open the wine menu as I was nursing the results of an open bar the afternoon before, but the wine "Cellar" is in the dining room and it looked as though there was a decent selection. We started with the odd appetizer combo of raw oysters and pate*. The pate came as a duo, with the traditional chicken and also lamb. The lamb was decent but the chicken was still the star. Unfortunately, after our vacation in the Northeast, we've been spoiled on our oysters; these were fine but not outstanding.
We each ordered fish for our entree, Tim a freshwater trout, and me the saltwater baramundi. Tim's was-I'm guessing here-a lemon/wine reduction and mine (I actually READ the menu) had a pumpkin seed/cream reduction over a polenta-type cake stuffed with arugula. Both were very tasty.
This was definitely one of the better restaurants we've been to lately. The atmosphere was good and the food even better. I think we'll be back.
* How do you add accents and all those other French marks on an English keyboard??
www.eatatfranco.com
Saturday, November 20, 2010
Plush Doesn't Necessarily Mean Fancy
Plush Pig is recently relocated establishment, moving from the more "plush" Clayton to the "lesser plush" Rock Hill. Interestingly, it was moved right across the street from the local chain, Bandana's BBQ. Plush Pig serves...BBQ. It takes balls and a lot of faith in the chain-loving St. Louis population to think folks will make their way across Manchester Avenue to try something different.
I knew this place was here for quite some time, considering its across the street for my gym and less than two miles form work. But Friday night was the first opportunity I had to test it out. A long list of errands found me still out and about at 5:30 PM so I called the number I had looked up days before (easy to remember-the same prefix as my work and then 8888-like I ate ate ate ate too much BBQ). Oddly, I ordered brisket, no plush piggy in that but my favorite 'que meat nonetheless, as a sandwich, that came with the sauce on the side. The sandwich was pretty good. As a side, I ordered creamy slaw, which they also offer in a sweet-n-sour preparation. Also, I threw in some onion straws, which just sounded bad for you and a necessity. Super-salty and a good grease counterpart to the slaw.
The atmosphere of the Plush Pig is somewhat like a Mexican Cantina: neon beer signs in the window and hangy shit on the ceilings with a bar/carry-out counter at the end. I think carryout was the best idea for this place as it was lacking the real hole-in-the-wall feel of Arthur Bryant's (KC) or the fake hole-in-the-wall feel of Pappy's.
Sitting at the stop light at Manchester and McKnight is a real treat. Overkill of slow-roasted meats and I love every minute of it.
http://www.plushpigbbq.com/
I knew this place was here for quite some time, considering its across the street for my gym and less than two miles form work. But Friday night was the first opportunity I had to test it out. A long list of errands found me still out and about at 5:30 PM so I called the number I had looked up days before (easy to remember-the same prefix as my work and then 8888-like I ate ate ate ate too much BBQ). Oddly, I ordered brisket, no plush piggy in that but my favorite 'que meat nonetheless, as a sandwich, that came with the sauce on the side. The sandwich was pretty good. As a side, I ordered creamy slaw, which they also offer in a sweet-n-sour preparation. Also, I threw in some onion straws, which just sounded bad for you and a necessity. Super-salty and a good grease counterpart to the slaw.
The atmosphere of the Plush Pig is somewhat like a Mexican Cantina: neon beer signs in the window and hangy shit on the ceilings with a bar/carry-out counter at the end. I think carryout was the best idea for this place as it was lacking the real hole-in-the-wall feel of Arthur Bryant's (KC) or the fake hole-in-the-wall feel of Pappy's.
Sitting at the stop light at Manchester and McKnight is a real treat. Overkill of slow-roasted meats and I love every minute of it.
http://www.plushpigbbq.com/
Saturday, November 13, 2010
Boo-geddy-Boogaloo
Quick: what is a Boogaloo? Not a nonsense word, but a genre of Latin music and an accompanying dance. What is Boogaloo in Maplewood? An overcrowded yuppie bar serving what this amateur food critic will call Pan Caribbean. In the stack of purchased Groupons, this restaurant's discount was perched on top and yet every weekend it was received with a scrunched up face from That Other Person Who Would Be Eating With Me.
Before an anticipated "Evening With Harry Shearer" (we're weird), Boogaloo was really the best choice since it was #1 Not too expensive and #2 less than 10 minutes from the theatre. TOPWWBEWM gave a scrunched up face, acquiesced, and we departed for downtown Maplewood. Tim had been to this place before, but only for drinks, and thinking that bar service was its main attraction, it didn't occur to me that we would need reservations for a Friday night. We were told that it was a 45 minute wait-unless-we wanted to eat outside. Ok? It was 70 degrees. It was hard to believe that 45 minutes worth of people didn't want to eat on the deck. Our hostess was taking us to our table, did an about face, and took off. To seat someone else. We were standing next to the service area of the bar, right in everyone's way. We looked at each other and shrugged and were about to give up when she returned to seat us.
Out on the deck there were several empty tables, which led me to believe that something fishy was going on at the hostess station. Didn't matter since we had our seats. Three waiters passed us before one stopped and asked if another had helped us yet. We were not in a hurry, so I let this slide. Opening the menu, I saw that ubiquitous annoucement of "TAPAS." The TAPAS, which 10 years ago were known as "APPETIZERS" or even "STARTERS," included about 7-8 Pan-Caribbean offerings, including Jerk Wings and crawfish cakes, which we ordered. The crawfish cakes were pretty good with a basic accompaniment of remoulade, and they gave us a generous offering of 10 jerk wings, and although not spicy enough to be considered jerk, included an interesting cooling sauce of coconut somethingorother. We each ordered the Cubano sandwich, which was just mediocre-go to Luvy Duvy's (see review) or Tropicana (no review) for a much better one.
Boogaloo has an interesting martini and frozen drink list but I was already struggling to stay awake for Montgomery Burns, et al., that I decided that I needed to skip those. The scrunched up face will be happy to get a reprieve-we will not be returning-until the next non-bar Groupon purchased.
http://www.boogaloostl.com/
Before an anticipated "Evening With Harry Shearer" (we're weird), Boogaloo was really the best choice since it was #1 Not too expensive and #2 less than 10 minutes from the theatre. TOPWWBEWM gave a scrunched up face, acquiesced, and we departed for downtown Maplewood. Tim had been to this place before, but only for drinks, and thinking that bar service was its main attraction, it didn't occur to me that we would need reservations for a Friday night. We were told that it was a 45 minute wait-unless-we wanted to eat outside. Ok? It was 70 degrees. It was hard to believe that 45 minutes worth of people didn't want to eat on the deck. Our hostess was taking us to our table, did an about face, and took off. To seat someone else. We were standing next to the service area of the bar, right in everyone's way. We looked at each other and shrugged and were about to give up when she returned to seat us.
Out on the deck there were several empty tables, which led me to believe that something fishy was going on at the hostess station. Didn't matter since we had our seats. Three waiters passed us before one stopped and asked if another had helped us yet. We were not in a hurry, so I let this slide. Opening the menu, I saw that ubiquitous annoucement of "TAPAS." The TAPAS, which 10 years ago were known as "APPETIZERS" or even "STARTERS," included about 7-8 Pan-Caribbean offerings, including Jerk Wings and crawfish cakes, which we ordered. The crawfish cakes were pretty good with a basic accompaniment of remoulade, and they gave us a generous offering of 10 jerk wings, and although not spicy enough to be considered jerk, included an interesting cooling sauce of coconut somethingorother. We each ordered the Cubano sandwich, which was just mediocre-go to Luvy Duvy's (see review) or Tropicana (no review) for a much better one.
Boogaloo has an interesting martini and frozen drink list but I was already struggling to stay awake for Montgomery Burns, et al., that I decided that I needed to skip those. The scrunched up face will be happy to get a reprieve-we will not be returning-until the next non-bar Groupon purchased.
http://www.boogaloostl.com/
Sunday, November 7, 2010
House of Basement Hotel Dining
Sorry about the delay in posts, fan(s)! Delicious food was consumed in Providence and Newport, RI and Boston and after that major blow to our credit card, we've been eating in!
But
It was time to venture out again. After a fun (to me) and very boring and long (to Tim) fondue dinner at home on Friday night, Saturday, I made reservations at Lumiere Place's House of Savoy, thanks to a Groupon purchased a few months ago. Lumiere Place is a newish casino with a really sweet looking Four Seasons attached. The actual Lumiere Place HOTEL is not part of this new complex but a 30 year old converted Embassy Suites that connects to the casino complex via skywalk. We entered the casino and looked through all of the restaurants (see Burger Bar review, June), and finally found a sign pointing us all the way to the basement of the hotel. Surprisingly, this place was almost full at our arrival, and by the time we left, there was a wait to be seated. House of Savoy almost certainly is a former Family Table-esque establishment, complete with mirrored support beams and strange light fixtures. They tried to mask this by using the mirrors as a place to display the wine list but that only: 1) drew attention to the mirror and 2)confirmed the cheap feel of a basement restaurant.
We started out with an antipasti platter which after being announced by our waiter with a "Woo-hoo Antipasti!" had a good selection of meats and a poor selection of cheeses. The cheeses all tasted EXACTLY the same-somewhere in the swiss consistency-and no hard, aged, or molded cheese for variety. They offered us bread service, which we accepted, and then after waiting about 10 minutes for, asked for again. The bread came with tapenade and bruschetta, which unfortunately, were probably the best parts of this meal, given that it was complimentary. We split a salad with goat cheese and pine nuts, also pretty good.
I decided to stick to pasta since Family Table doesn't scream "Steak House" and the steaks were ringing in in the 40 dollar range. I ordered carbonara, which is hard to screw up and Tim had lasagna. The carbonara wasn't screwed up, tasted exactly as it should, not innovative but consistent. Tim's "lasagna" came out as papperdelle noodles in a bolognese sauce, which prompted me to ask for a menu to make sure he was given the correct dish. He had been-the Lasagna Matta was described as "baked crazy lasagna in bolognese sauce"-to which I explained that apparently, papperdelle, which you can find in any grocery store, is "crazy" (matta is Italian for madman.) Tim just wanted some regular old lasagna.
The bonus on this Groupon was that it included a 10 dollar bonus to the upstairs bar AND we were given a 10 dollar bonus to blow at the casino afterward*. We went upstairs to find that bar, which is right smack in the middle of the atrium. Tim felt as though he was on a work trip, drinking free booze in a hotel lobby. We skywalked it back over to the casino, dropped the 10 dollars in 10 minutes in a 25 cent slot machine and home we went. There were enough "mattas" patronizing the House of Savoy, they won't need us coming back. Which is good.
*Great entertainment, watching Missourians at a casino. Wow.
http://www.lumiereplace.com/house-of-savoy.aspx
But
It was time to venture out again. After a fun (to me) and very boring and long (to Tim) fondue dinner at home on Friday night, Saturday, I made reservations at Lumiere Place's House of Savoy, thanks to a Groupon purchased a few months ago. Lumiere Place is a newish casino with a really sweet looking Four Seasons attached. The actual Lumiere Place HOTEL is not part of this new complex but a 30 year old converted Embassy Suites that connects to the casino complex via skywalk. We entered the casino and looked through all of the restaurants (see Burger Bar review, June), and finally found a sign pointing us all the way to the basement of the hotel. Surprisingly, this place was almost full at our arrival, and by the time we left, there was a wait to be seated. House of Savoy almost certainly is a former Family Table-esque establishment, complete with mirrored support beams and strange light fixtures. They tried to mask this by using the mirrors as a place to display the wine list but that only: 1) drew attention to the mirror and 2)confirmed the cheap feel of a basement restaurant.
We started out with an antipasti platter which after being announced by our waiter with a "Woo-hoo Antipasti!" had a good selection of meats and a poor selection of cheeses. The cheeses all tasted EXACTLY the same-somewhere in the swiss consistency-and no hard, aged, or molded cheese for variety. They offered us bread service, which we accepted, and then after waiting about 10 minutes for, asked for again. The bread came with tapenade and bruschetta, which unfortunately, were probably the best parts of this meal, given that it was complimentary. We split a salad with goat cheese and pine nuts, also pretty good.
I decided to stick to pasta since Family Table doesn't scream "Steak House" and the steaks were ringing in in the 40 dollar range. I ordered carbonara, which is hard to screw up and Tim had lasagna. The carbonara wasn't screwed up, tasted exactly as it should, not innovative but consistent. Tim's "lasagna" came out as papperdelle noodles in a bolognese sauce, which prompted me to ask for a menu to make sure he was given the correct dish. He had been-the Lasagna Matta was described as "baked crazy lasagna in bolognese sauce"-to which I explained that apparently, papperdelle, which you can find in any grocery store, is "crazy" (matta is Italian for madman.) Tim just wanted some regular old lasagna.
The bonus on this Groupon was that it included a 10 dollar bonus to the upstairs bar AND we were given a 10 dollar bonus to blow at the casino afterward*. We went upstairs to find that bar, which is right smack in the middle of the atrium. Tim felt as though he was on a work trip, drinking free booze in a hotel lobby. We skywalked it back over to the casino, dropped the 10 dollars in 10 minutes in a 25 cent slot machine and home we went. There were enough "mattas" patronizing the House of Savoy, they won't need us coming back. Which is good.
*Great entertainment, watching Missourians at a casino. Wow.
http://www.lumiereplace.com/house-of-savoy.aspx
Saturday, October 16, 2010
Does it Sound Chemical or Earthy?
Terrene is a little restaurant nestled between Midtown and the Central West End, just a stone's throw from the Scottish Arms. With an expiration date on the Groupon looming, it was our choice for a casual dinner on Friday evening.
Once again, we apparently have odd dining hour choices; arriving just after 6 found us in the company of one other couple and a completely bored wait staff. Completely bored and completely strange wait staff. A table runner brought us each glasses of water and about 20 seconds later our waitress, toting identical glasses of water, arrives at our table (for two only) sees the glasses of water and sets down the new glasses anyway. There wasn't an abundance of room, so I push the glass off to the side. Thanks to a boredom, the original glass never got below 2/3 full. The wine list and menus were at our table when we were seated. The waitress introduces herself, says "Can I get you something from the bar? Oh, by the way, we have a beer and cocktail menu too." Well, go get that shit! The seasonal cocktail/beer/soda menu was printed on something that resembled a golf scorecard, making this 30-year-old yearn for some reading glasses. They offered 5-6 original cocktails, two of which called for the same ingredient that the waitress proclaimed, "Oops we may be out, hold on" then returned and said, "Nope full stock I thought this was Tuesday!" Ok. Got that figured out.
We ordered pate for an appetizer, one of my top fav app dishes. It was pretty good. I glanced over at a newly seated couple who was enjoying their breadservice and although I was a little miffed that we were without, I didn't need the carbs anyway and went on with the pate, of which I finished 3/4ths. I ordered the special which was salmon and Tim ordered the burger. I was asked how I would like my salmon cooked (?) and Tim wasn't given the choice for his beef (??) I deferred to the chef on that one, and my salmon arrived in a manner I would call undercooked but it tasted fine so I gladly finished it. What my dish did suffer from was an odd combination of flavors. It had: spinach (good), quinoa(good), some white sauce (good) and balsamic reduction (no business being here). There was way too much going on here that the balsamic reduction just overpowered everything. Tim's burger was good; it was cooked medium-rare, which is a little rarer than either of us like burgers, but tasted good just the same.
Terrene also has a patio, which we probably would have checked out if we were only having drinks, but it is getting dark way too fast now so we stuck to the dining room. By the time we left (around 7) more folks had shown up waking the waitstaff up for a potentially busy night. The owner knew the couple seated next to us and never quite learned what an "inside voice" was so I caught bits and pieces of his "restaurant philosophy" which was just a bunch of bullshit that was ostensibly supposed to be impressive. All I caught was "rich kid whose parents gave him this space to open a restaurant." Jealous.
The website hasn't been updated recently, still featuring summer cocktails. You also can't see the whole menu because the webmaster didn't put a scroll feature in!
www.terrene-stlouis.com
Once again, we apparently have odd dining hour choices; arriving just after 6 found us in the company of one other couple and a completely bored wait staff. Completely bored and completely strange wait staff. A table runner brought us each glasses of water and about 20 seconds later our waitress, toting identical glasses of water, arrives at our table (for two only) sees the glasses of water and sets down the new glasses anyway. There wasn't an abundance of room, so I push the glass off to the side. Thanks to a boredom, the original glass never got below 2/3 full. The wine list and menus were at our table when we were seated. The waitress introduces herself, says "Can I get you something from the bar? Oh, by the way, we have a beer and cocktail menu too." Well, go get that shit! The seasonal cocktail/beer/soda menu was printed on something that resembled a golf scorecard, making this 30-year-old yearn for some reading glasses. They offered 5-6 original cocktails, two of which called for the same ingredient that the waitress proclaimed, "Oops we may be out, hold on" then returned and said, "Nope full stock I thought this was Tuesday!" Ok. Got that figured out.
We ordered pate for an appetizer, one of my top fav app dishes. It was pretty good. I glanced over at a newly seated couple who was enjoying their breadservice and although I was a little miffed that we were without, I didn't need the carbs anyway and went on with the pate, of which I finished 3/4ths. I ordered the special which was salmon and Tim ordered the burger. I was asked how I would like my salmon cooked (?) and Tim wasn't given the choice for his beef (??) I deferred to the chef on that one, and my salmon arrived in a manner I would call undercooked but it tasted fine so I gladly finished it. What my dish did suffer from was an odd combination of flavors. It had: spinach (good), quinoa(good), some white sauce (good) and balsamic reduction (no business being here). There was way too much going on here that the balsamic reduction just overpowered everything. Tim's burger was good; it was cooked medium-rare, which is a little rarer than either of us like burgers, but tasted good just the same.
Terrene also has a patio, which we probably would have checked out if we were only having drinks, but it is getting dark way too fast now so we stuck to the dining room. By the time we left (around 7) more folks had shown up waking the waitstaff up for a potentially busy night. The owner knew the couple seated next to us and never quite learned what an "inside voice" was so I caught bits and pieces of his "restaurant philosophy" which was just a bunch of bullshit that was ostensibly supposed to be impressive. All I caught was "rich kid whose parents gave him this space to open a restaurant." Jealous.
The website hasn't been updated recently, still featuring summer cocktails. You also can't see the whole menu because the webmaster didn't put a scroll feature in!
www.terrene-stlouis.com
Sunday, October 3, 2010
Wanna Taste?
The Taste of St. Louis was yesterday. Being a big fan of Chicago's taste and never having missed one when living there, I wanted to check out what St. Louis could do. I read somewhere that somebody (maybe Midwest Living Mag) rated this event the #1 Taste of event, ranking the huge Chicago event third.
First of all, this is not Chicago's taste, not even in the same class, maybe they paid off the magazine, who knows. I think it was a smart move to have this event in October, when the average temp is 75 and not 105, and having it downtown instead of Forest Park was also smart (and more convenient for us). Also, NO TICKETS! Cash was king.
There was a restaurant row of about 30 choices, which unfortunately leaned heavy on Italian dishes. I can only have so many toasted raviolis. I would have liked to have seen more ethnic places; we have a sizeable Vietnamese and Bosnian population here, yet no restaurant representation at the taste. Interestingly, there were several chain restaurants like California Pizza Kitchen. Pass. The wind had picked up real fall-like by the time we got there, killing any kind of hunger just to stay warm. What we ended up getting: crab rangoons, black bean empanadas, a smoked turkey leg, and a turtle funnel cake. Nothing too earth shattering there; at the Chicago taste, I get African goat rice and crap like that. No restaurant really offered a "taste" portion, so we filled up quite quickly.
There were two stages of music, which were ok. I guess Sister Hazel was headlining Saturday night-if they were any good-It's Hard to Say. There was the obligatory collection of small booths selling crap that makes you wonder, "who the hell buys this shit?"
The oddest part about the whole taste was their go green initiative EGS. They wanted you to place the compostable containers in one place, recycling in another. The organizes did make it easy by having all of the containers and service utensils compostable. I have no problem with all that. What was odd: THEY ONLY HAD CANS AT THE STREET CORNERS. Which made three total. I had to hunt and hunt for one of these cans and even asked someone who was serving food and even they had no idea where they were. I would be very very curious to know how many of those cardboard containers and forks ended up on the ground yesterday.
Will I be back? Not sure. We were entertained a few hours on a Saturday afternoon but the wallet was lightened quite a bit.
First of all, this is not Chicago's taste, not even in the same class, maybe they paid off the magazine, who knows. I think it was a smart move to have this event in October, when the average temp is 75 and not 105, and having it downtown instead of Forest Park was also smart (and more convenient for us). Also, NO TICKETS! Cash was king.
There was a restaurant row of about 30 choices, which unfortunately leaned heavy on Italian dishes. I can only have so many toasted raviolis. I would have liked to have seen more ethnic places; we have a sizeable Vietnamese and Bosnian population here, yet no restaurant representation at the taste. Interestingly, there were several chain restaurants like California Pizza Kitchen. Pass. The wind had picked up real fall-like by the time we got there, killing any kind of hunger just to stay warm. What we ended up getting: crab rangoons, black bean empanadas, a smoked turkey leg, and a turtle funnel cake. Nothing too earth shattering there; at the Chicago taste, I get African goat rice and crap like that. No restaurant really offered a "taste" portion, so we filled up quite quickly.
There were two stages of music, which were ok. I guess Sister Hazel was headlining Saturday night-if they were any good-It's Hard to Say. There was the obligatory collection of small booths selling crap that makes you wonder, "who the hell buys this shit?"
The oddest part about the whole taste was their go green initiative EGS. They wanted you to place the compostable containers in one place, recycling in another. The organizes did make it easy by having all of the containers and service utensils compostable. I have no problem with all that. What was odd: THEY ONLY HAD CANS AT THE STREET CORNERS. Which made three total. I had to hunt and hunt for one of these cans and even asked someone who was serving food and even they had no idea where they were. I would be very very curious to know how many of those cardboard containers and forks ended up on the ground yesterday.
Will I be back? Not sure. We were entertained a few hours on a Saturday afternoon but the wallet was lightened quite a bit.
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