474 Geary Street/Taylor,
hearing at The Blue Lamp
David's ranks, to
date, as the worst of the Füd Court sessions. I was served the
poorest excuse for a meatloaf, ever. Oh so dry. If it was part of some
sort of an experiment to extract every bit of moisture, they should
win a Nobel prize. I had the meatloaf sandwich and while the bread was
nice and soft, no amount of mustard/mayo could save it. Every bite had
to be choked down followed by a sip of beer, which for some reason is
served in tiny baby sized glasses. The potato pancakes were good but
nothing could save this meal. The prices were outrageous for what I
saw before us at David's. The service could use a little fine tuning
-- I don't recall being asked how my meal was. I had always wanted to
try David's, having lived nearby for years, but now I wish I had stayed
David's is so overpriced
it is offensive to diners the world over. I paid an unbelievable $11.95
for a PASTRAMI SANDWICH!!! Outrageous. Oh, well, the cheese DID add
two bucks to the price. It was good, very good, but a rip-off. The pastrami
at the 2nd Avenue Deli in NYC is worth that price, this pastrami is
not. And the fact that my fellow judges received mediocre and crappy
sandwiches, respectively, forces me to put the smack down on David's.
The potato pancakes were good, but at three bucks a pop, forget about
it. No chips with the sandwich (which is not that big), no potato salad,
just an anemic sliver of pickle. Oh, and they served us thimbles of
beer for three bucks a pop, too. I've got three letters for that,
and they are F, T, and S. To paraphrase Mr. Leone. Know what I'm sayin'?
Cool location, cool decor, good large menu of authentic Jewish food,
but the prices are just insane. I had to go home and take a shower after
paying that bill. I felt violated.
me speak of lukshen.
We done been had.
We been taken for a ride through the land of tourists and theater-goers
and it spit us out on the sidewalk with nothing in our wallets and generally
mediocre food in our bellies. At least at a New York deli, you'd be stuffed
to the 2nd Ave. gills after dropping 20 bucks -- not here. My roast beef
sandwich was no larger than one you'd order from Lee's, it tasted only
slightly better, and it cost five times as much. I'm not sure if I'm allowed
to talk about other people's dinners, but Judge McClure's meatloaf sandwich
was so dry it tasted like beef jerky. Judge Turner's pastrami and cheese
was clearly the way to go, but $11.95?! Oh, and Jesus Christ, I almost
forgot the beers. I returned from the bathroom to find Turner and McClure
staring incredulously at these little 10-ounce "mugs" of beer.
We remarked that nowhere in America is anyone drinking such tiny beers
-- except at David's. I've said enough. I could say more but there is
a vein jumping in my neck like a skittish bunny. Reprehensible, David.
Everything is coming up roaches.
some real pastrami, we suggest the 2nd Avenue
Deli or Moishe's Pippic.