I had lunch at Me & Mother Jones with two friends and it was talked up in advance. What a disappointment.
The service was so abysmally slow (we arrived on time at 1 pm; ordered 1.10; main course arrived at 2.00 pm).
Now, at MMJ you are talking restaurant prices – including $7.00 a glass corkage for a beer! But what we got was not just only cafe food, but very poor food. My (very small) vegetarian lasagne was $19.50. Lasagne itself was OK, in a separate little pot thing. But the overall dish and the presentation was a joke. Said pot of lasagne (would be moderately passable in a cafe at, say, $14) was mostly ricotta and too many layers of thick lasagne pastry. And the “chef” (actually, no chef would do this) had unaccountably decided to accompany this uber-cheesy dish with an uber-cheesy salad and nothing else. The “salad” was a clump of lumps of mozarella doused in olive oil, with a few small bits of herbiage interspersed, a very few. Such a cheese-fest was very unappetising and quease-inducing. Green salad was warranted and there wasn’t a hint of acid to cut through the milk fat and olive oil. The presentation was nothing short of weird: all trendoidly sitting on a slab of red hardwood – with nothing like the border that would have held the olive oil on a plate. So I sat with the olive oil dribbling toward me on the plate and threatening to drip into my lap.
My companions fared worse. They both ordered calimari in batter, and it was not only dry and overcooked, but had been fried all clumped together. The calimari was overcooked, that is. The batter, being clumped together, was largely uncooked. It was so bad they couldn’t eat it.
You would think a waiter worth his salt would notice the bad food, apologise, and put things to rights.
Dessert was another miss. What sort of outfit serves a creme caramele in a thick pastry?
So – slow, bad service, bad food, and overpriced. No wonder it is getting cr*p reviews online on sites like yelp. Seriously: don’t risk going to Me and Mother Jones.
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