I pretty much ate Fancy Feast.

Last night Andy and I went out to eat with 8 friends. The first restaurant we tried had an hour and a half wait. My boobies couldn’t handle being away from baby Jonah that long, so we decided to try another restaurant at HarborWalk. After the terrible food we endured at Pat O’Brien’s on New Year’s, we weren’t about to go back there. So, we opted to try The Crazy Lobster Bar & Grill.

The Crazy Lobster was pretty much empty at 7pm. That should have been our first clue to run, but we sat down anyway. At the very least, we should have made a disappearing act upon opening the menu. The prices didn’t match up with the pitiful ambiance, plastic cups, and silverware in little plastic wrappers.

I selected an entree on the low end… $27 for 4 small bowls holding red beans & rice, jambalaya, shrimp creole, and shrimp etoufee. It was the biggest waste of $27 in my life.

The red beans & rice was okay, but mine is far better and costs about $5 to feed my entire family.

The jambalaya was dry and had little flavor.

The shrimp creole was basically tomato paste with a few shrimp thrown in and some seasoning sprinkled on top.

The shrimp etoufee may as well have been Fancy Feast cat food, because the texture, consistency, and odor was exactly the same. I’ve never tasted Fancy Feast, but given a blindfold taste test, I’m not sure even the most discerning palette could tell the difference.

So, I basically paid $27 for a plate of red beans and vomit and another $10 for Andy’s gumbo that tasted like it had been made with fish that should have been tossed in the dumpster early last week. Our friends had similar complaints. How do you send every meal back to the kitchen? That was our dilemma. I did swap out the Fancy Feast with another bowl of red beans, since it was the only thing edible on my platter and I didn’t want to leave hungry.

I tried to get over it. I really did. But the $47 bill (gratuity was included) was eating away at me. For the first time in my life, I called management to complain. He acted shocked, as if I was the only person to ever complain. I told him all the complaints from my table. I explained that I cared about our community and it saddened me that businesses were closing left and right. I thought that as a business owner, he should be aware of the food quality problems. He apologized and said that if we came in again, he would see  what he could do to make it right. I told him that I wouldn’t even be willing to eat there if it was free. Oh, yes, I did.

The economy is terrible right now. Businesses that offer bad food and/or bad service aren’t going to survive! I will be shocked if this place is still in business by Christmas.