I can't put my finger on what the company is going for... Hooters with plaid skirts and better food? The girls who work there are pretty. Pretty Stupid. And I suppose I am using the term "work" loosely. So its a lot of pretty girls standing around chatting while you get more and more frustrated about the lack of service. Good start right??
We run in from the rain and at first, I'm very impressed by the renos. It literally is a whole new place inside. (For those unaware, Bob the Fish would be in the bottom rung of our Dive Bar list... it was that ghetto). We hover near the host stand, assuming someone would be up to seat us. A few minutes later, we are thisclose to seating ourselves, when finally someone comes over "have you guys been helped?" Oh, yes, we have a table, we just prefer to stand in the doorway people watching until our food arrives. For god sake. There were only a handful of tables left, most of them by the door (one oddly behind the host stand all alone) and she asked us if we had a preference. I asked to have one over yonder and if she could clean it off. She said yes, off she went. Okay. Oh. Wait. What? What's happening? She's cleaning a different table. It's ALREADY clean. She actually walked around in circles, made the effort to get a cloth, and then cleaned a clean table. Holy shit. I can't even type this without laughing to myself.
Moving on. We sat at the one she had made such an effort for, with no fuss. Let's just get a beer and relax.
...many many minutes later...
M: 5 minutes and we're leaving.
T: Ya. I felt that way 5 minutes ago.
Oh finally... I think our countdown was at 25 seconds and we had someone come over. Again with the same question as the hostess asked. What is wrong with this place?? I understand that I'm a bit sensitive, because I'm in the industry, but this is ridiculous. Fortunately she's very quick with the beers and has some helpful answers about our menu questions. Our beers are fast, cold, and on special. Good deal. We settled on Mozzarella Sticks and a pound of the " famous " grilled wings tossed in the special Tilted Kilt sauce. Our food arrived in a timely fashion (which clearly I'm surprised by) and it was mediocre at best. The mozzarella sticks were of the frozen variety. Now bear with me. I wasn't expecting homemade mozza sticks, but the least you can do, is when they are cooking, separate them! When you deep fry frozen food it clumps together unless you do some preventative shuffling. Of my ten sticks, probably 6 of them were cooked together like conjoined twins. And, they were tiny. Gosh, so disappointed. But because it's deep fried cheese I ate them anyway. M's wings are just alright. Not the best, not the worst. Just average, but the special sauce was supposed to be the star. It was 't, and if anything it was confusing. Sort of like BBQ sauce, sort of sweet. He can't put his finger on it. I attempt to identify the mystery sauce and also come up short. Who the hell knows?
My biggest beef with Tilted Kilt is the washrooms. It's downstairs, and beautiful, but my issue is the staircase. It is very narrow, and very steep. The kind of scary that makes us high-heel wearing folk a little worried. Especially if you're out on the town and have had a martini or 4. With all of the other renovations they did, they maybe could have moved the washrooms to the main level. Now, I'm in no position to give construction advice, but I wonder how easy that could have been. What will happen when a girl falls down the stairs?
We go to 17th Ave pretty often, and we have many more places to try before coming back to Tilted Kilt. Sorry. Your cold, cheap beers just aren't enough to keep us coming back.
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