I don’t usually post pictures of food, but today’s…adventure calls for it.
Friends Nick, Steph and I went to 25 degrees (a gourmet hamburger restaurant on Hollywood Blvd) for a late lunch, today.
Now, Steph & I have been there several times, and are by now well used to the fact that the place has The.Worst.Service. No place worse in this city, whether by intention or accident. We’ve got no problem with the food being slow to come out, orders being wrong, waitresses being surly.
But today, there was all that, and there was what you see in the picture. I ordered a grilled cheese sandwich, see. What I got….well, it had grilled cheese in it. But it also had this tough brown layer of what we eventually determined was thoroughly burned cheese. Burned brown. Burned so that it had no softness to it, as like a layer of plastic.
How does this happen? How did this get past the obviously rigorous Quality Inspection program that 25 degrees has, the program which has netted us, almost every time the wrong drinks, burgers undercooked, overcooked, with the wrong condiments, the wrong side dishes?
I love this town.
