Tuesday, March 6, 2012

FOX&HOUND

The past few weeks, my friends and I have been meeting up at Fox and Hound to watch the Thunder games. I've always heard everybody talking about this bar, however, I must say I was slightly disappointed.

(note: the above statement is a polite way of saying that I do not recommend this place)

Heres a little checklist:
- The service sucks.

- The seating is terrible...just a bunch of bars stools and pub tables strewn about. To go to the restroom you have to basically walk through a maze of bodies and legs.

- It is smokey. There is not a separate smoking section. While most of the time, smokey places don't bother me (I'm assuming because of filtration systems) the past two times I've been to Fox & Hound, I've practically been choking on smoke. I could taste it in my food. It also doesn't help that last time I was there, the table next to me was sucking on cigars all night and blowing them in our direction. Yuck.

-$9 an hour for shuffleboard?! Are you freaking kidding me?!

-$9 an hour for billiards?! Are you freaking kidding me?!

- $9 an hour for darts?! Are you freaking kidding me?!

- Typically, spinach and artichoke dip is about the same everywhere you go... it's not that hard to screw up. Leave it to Fox and Hound, though, to give me the lumpiest, most lukewarm spin dip I've ever had. And the chips were stale. Double Whammy.

While my company seemed to enjoy the beer, I'm not really a beer drinker...however I like girly cider beers. I asked the server for my typical Woodchuck Amber Cider and she said they no longer carried it. I asked her if they had anything similar, and she told me she didn't know... - she'd find out.

 I waited a good 10 minutes (I think she forgot about me) and finally someone else came to the table and recommended to me some kind of Amber lager. I don't think they knew that Woodchuck Amber Cider tastes like freaking apple juice, and the stuff they were trying to give me was some stout, strong, full bodied beer. (I don't really know what those words mean that I just used to describe that beer, however, I hear them on the Samuel Adams commercials often)

Luckily, my company seems to know more about beer than those who worked there, because they told me that whatever it was that was recommended to me was NOT similar to the adult apple juice that I was looking for.

So I decided to settle on a mixed drink. Let me just make a disclaimer that, as previously mentioned, I was a server for 6 years. I am always polite and never act like there is a problem to my servers (even when I basically ask for milk, and they tell me they're out but that pepsi tastes exactly like milk).
With that disclaimer, let me continue.

I decided on a mixed drink and my server just gushed over some cream soda concoction. Now, I like soda, and I certainly like cream soda, so I was all in. What she gave me was pink and thick like pepto-bismal and tasted like strawberry milk. If you like strawberry milk... order this. I, for one, DESPISE strawberry milk ever since I threw it up on the bus in 3rd grade.


Needless to say, I barely touched my drink, and my company didn't care for it either. The server came back around and she said, 'aw... you didn't like it?!' I politely told her that I did not, and she recommended me a different drink, which I obliged to. Because she offered me a different drink and saw that I clearly didn't like it, I guess I expected to not have to pay for my pepto-bismal.

The rest of the evening was pretty uneventful, I liked the other drink I got, and then the game ended, so we tabbed out. To my dismay, my pepto-bismal was still on my tab.. and yes, I had to pay for it. I didn't ask about it, because as that point I was over the whole ordeal and just wanted to go home and wash the cigar smoke off.

Case in point is, I really don't like Fox and Hound.

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