Casey’s restaurant here in the lovely hole of Brantford has apparently (who knows exactly when) changed ownership/managment.
As I sit here eating my leftovers from that fateful night, I’m reminded of how crappy it was.
I had Beef & Broccoli Kung Pao! I use the exclaimation, because that’s how I feel it should be. Kung Pao! isn’t something you mess around with. It’s not a flaming hot dish, it’s not utterly overpowering, but it certainly should be powerful. And if the title says ‘beef and broccoli’ there had better be a visible portion of each.
What I got was a bowl of noodles with a sparse smattering of broccoli, a couple other vegies and a few, very tiny, strips of beef.
I gave it a whirl and quickly realized that something was amiss. The kung, and the pao! were both absent. I tried mixing it up a bit in hopes of finding something burried under the noodles, but a las, it was lacking the sauce that makes it kung pao. There’s no exclaimation anymore. I managed to get our nice waitress to take it back for some emergency work.
Eventually, I muscled myself through half of it and gave up.
At some point the manager (I assume, a person acting like she worked there but not wearing anything similar to the other employees) and asked how things were, and as we tried to explain that it was shit and they forgot the flavour, she said something like “Oh, they’re different dishes!” and walked away not giving a two cents forth of care.
The price too, the price was not what I’d call nice for a family dinner out. Unfortunately the manager didn’t pay enough attention to make things better, so there were no adjustments, no “I’m sorry,” nothing useful. And I unfortunately couldn’t stiff (in respect to tips) the waitress, but hey, that’s the way things go.
http://www.caseysbarandgrill.com/ is on my shitlist.