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We ate at Gourmet House with Mr. Monkey's family today. I found the sign rather entertaining and was very interested in finding what exactly made this place "more than a steakhouse."
Gourmet House not "more than a steakhouse," but it wasn't even a decent steakhouse.
But what do you expect from a place that used to be a Spike's Teriyaki Bowl?
The restaurant's ceiling had glow-in-the-dark stars. I don't even think that needs a snide comment from me. I am sure you are already thinking of one yourself.
Caesar salad. Nothing very exciting.
Lobster-spinach soup. Bland and gross. Should be called "flavorless spinach mess with little to no lobster."
Manhattan clam chowder. Totally wrong, wrong, wrong. Manhattan clam chowder should have a tomato-based broth. This was like a New England clam chowder with ketchup in it.
Hot wings. Not bad. One of the better offerings.
Beef kabobs. Chewy, poor quality meat.
Escargot. Chewy, poor quality snails.
Lasagna. Didn't have any, but it looked overly sauced.
Lobster thermidor and filet mignon combination. The lobster thermidor was chock-full of mushrooms, rather than lobster. Very disappointing.
My sister-in-law sent her "medium-well" steak back to be cooked some more. It practically mooed at her.
Mango mousse cake. Sadly, it looked prettier than it actually tasted.
What would a post about Mr. Monkey's family be without pics of Little Monkey Niece?
Gourmet House is the absolute opposite of gourmet. To make a bad meal worse, I had...um...problems when I got home. Never. Going. Back.