So many good experiences had to produce a bad one sooner or later. Sigh. I blame my husband. It was happy hour on a Friday, and he wanted seafood. Fine, pick a place. He picked The Ocean Room, which boasts $5 appetizers and half price sushi rolls, along with drink specials. Sounded fine with me, if only I had checked the reviews!!!
Upon approaching the 5th Avenue location, I should have known what to expect, given the generic exterior and ho-hum attempt at flashiness. We noted that several other couples were eating and seemed to enjoy themselves, so I thought that perhaps my assumptions were wrong. After all, I’ve eaten some of the best food of my life at some less-than-stellar-looking establishments.
However, it was not to be. The service was very nice and attentive, but the food was, well, terrible. Frozen “crabcakes” that my husband wouldn’t even eat, as they contained imitation crab (he’s from Maryland!) and were deep-fried until they were nearly black with old grease, and lackluster, flavorless equally greasy fried calamari were accompanied by a “spicy” tuna roll that tasted metallic, and a bland California roll that was truly the only palatable thing that we were served.
The Ocean Room is a tourist trap, and we should have known better. Learn from my missteps, kids, and listen to your Aunt Gwennie. That’s what this blog is all about. Oh, and me eating good stuff.
Upon approaching the 5th Avenue location, I should have known what to expect, given the generic exterior and ho-hum attempt at flashiness. We noted that several other couples were eating and seemed to enjoy themselves, so I thought that perhaps my assumptions were wrong. After all, I’ve eaten some of the best food of my life at some less-than-stellar-looking establishments.
However, it was not to be. The service was very nice and attentive, but the food was, well, terrible. Frozen “crabcakes” that my husband wouldn’t even eat, as they contained imitation crab (he’s from Maryland!) and were deep-fried until they were nearly black with old grease, and lackluster, flavorless equally greasy fried calamari were accompanied by a “spicy” tuna roll that tasted metallic, and a bland California roll that was truly the only palatable thing that we were served.
The Ocean Room is a tourist trap, and we should have known better. Learn from my missteps, kids, and listen to your Aunt Gwennie. That’s what this blog is all about. Oh, and me eating good stuff.
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