Last night I went over to Mashianos for dinner. I sampled several of their finest dishes and am now here to report what I tasted. They started me off with one of their most gourmet juices, at least that’s what they called it. This fresh squeezed organic grape juice with natural flavors was a horrendous mess. I knew the moment it touched my taste buds that this facility was not going to be up to my standards. My number one rule for any critique sessions is that if the first thing they serve is not of the upmost delightful taste then why bother with the rest of the meal. As disappointed as I was I stupidly decided to stay for the next course. As the waitress brought out my hors d’oeuvre I was taken back by the magnificent smell. But with many years of experience under my belt I knew not to judge the food by its smell. The appetizer in front of me was a small Caesar salad with grilled chicken. Now you may think, what a simple dish to order. Well another rule for me when going to judge other people’s food is that you should order the simplest things to see how the chef can make them intricate. A simple Caesar salad can be an awful taste if not done right and a startlingly impressive one if done well.

I soon discovered that the smell of this Caesar salad was a deception. The dressing was bland, the chicken was dry, and worst of all the lettuce was way too crunchy. I was extremely discouraged at this point and I wasn’t sure if I should give this chef another chance. Out of the kindness of my heart, and hungriness of my belly from not being able to eat any of this unpleasant food, I decided to stay for the next course. The next course was the main meal and it was a medium rare filet minion with a side of their finest fresh cut vegetables. The meal came out and once again I was disheartened. Not to my surprise the meat was over cooked and under sauced. The vegetables were under cooked and over sauced. This whole experience was very unpleasant and I did not appreciate this. I am currently writing this from a Ben & Jerry’s across the street from Mashianos because I could not stay one more second, much less encounter whatever they had cooked up for dessert.