Not much to say in terms of preamble here. It's the week of Christmas, this post was delayed, and the revamped Irony or Mayo goes live on Christmas Day. This post isn't filler, but I won't lie and say it's the one we've all been waiting for. Dig in, before you're full of sugar cookies and ham. It's Flyover Friday.
Who would expect a sarcastic riff on the New World Order that goes unmitigated by "okay maybe not but"? It's possible that Sula ordered everything for this review, and burns through them all.
Okay, yes, it's obvious that restaurants really bother this reviewer, judging by all the fingerquotes and disdain. Too bad, because supper clubs like this place are all about love.
What the hell, Charles -- what do you have against bowling? The food sounds all right, the name is indeed kind of crappy, and bowling is always awesome, I don't know what Ferruzza is on about.
The panko-dusted crust sounds pretty awesome and Trattner handles both menu and history well in this review but I honestly can't read it without seeing the name of the restaurant and thinking about The Tick.
Aw man, it's still hard to read a review that mentions the restaurants of the Avondale neighborhood that doesn't include Hot Doug's. However, I like this length of review for Nagrant's style of criticism. It tidies him.
And now all three Detroit papers have weighed in on Selden Standard. Since the MT review is last out of the chute, you'd think they wouldn't worry about rushing the review and send Slaughter for more than one official trip. Sadly, that was not to be. She's effusively positive, but underexposed to the menu in my opinion.
The focal point of the header photo is making my eyes go cross. The notion that St. Louis was previously unserved by any Mexican restaurants that went beyond beans and rice makes me go "Hmmm" in disbelief. A fine review, and neither of these complaints are Baehr's fault, but they both rub me the wrong way.
Lots of vibrant imagery, a very descriptive review -- including the opening bit about EDM and the placement of the sushi bar.
Blarf, that artwork. Blorf, that Obama reference. Bleh, the apparent fundamental misunderstanding of what's actually "playful" and what's just kind of obnoxious.
I really want to know how a crepe could be folded so that it no longer resembled a crepe. I'm thinking origami crane maybe, or paper airplane.
My wife and I got the same booth both times we dined in, and had we dined in for the third visit, I'm confident we would have gotten the same booth again. The music is awful, and that takeout order I mentioned took a little more than an hour longer than I was told it would. There now I've gotten all of it out of my system. Doolittles has a way to go before it's a worthwhile stop.
A review that truly suffers from Abraham's fascination with architecture and design details. I'd love to know more about this place than its affinity for pickling. Instead I know the history of the floor and ceiling.
A couple weak transitions from graf to graf, but a strong look at a really interesting menu. I would not expect this kind of apparent quality from a casino hotel restaurant with an absurdly trend-baiting name.
The Scene published a review of Trentina back in September, and while the Dealer took its time getting there for its own review, it didn't craft a particularly impressive one. Where Trattner turned his excitement into a deep-breath-okay-go pacing, Snook's is disjointed -- thrilled, yes, but the kind of thrilled where you can't quite get out complete, informing sentences.
Cute last line, but the bit about the goetta doesn't pay off the early references to it (nor does it really explain what the problem is, and the thing about a 4-way is awkwardly out of nowhere). Plus the headline makes no sense.
Whoa Nellie, that's a lot of parenthetical phrases. Like, it seems like Benton's trying to make a point or a parallel or something; so many of them are just unnecessary.
Hansen's perspective on where this place should succeed and where it falls short is right on. How fitting, the last review of this Flyover Friday, coming as it does during a travel-heavy stretch of days, is for a takeout restaurant. Travel safe, everyone.