Chiles restaurant on the outskirts of historic New London, sits over looking the the blazing river of flashing cars zipping along the highway. I hadn't been there in a while. There had been a fire and they rebuilt.
Last time I was there was with anneheart. We dined on faux Tex Mex food and wonderful conversation.
Today, not so much.
Still reeling from electronic bullying we went to Chilies--san Annheart and that may have been my mistake.
With my curmudgeon air about me, I guess I caused concern with the management. I kid you not, she came over and asked if I was unhappy with the meal. She noticed I wasn't eating.
I said, "Your server is doing a wonderful job! The service here is excellent."
That wasn't the question but the truth is the service was indeed top notch.
The food however: the "Iced Tea" was brackish water from a garden hose, stirred with a rusted spoon and served with a slice of lemon, and the meal? I've had better fare served from my Junior Highschool Lunch Lady.
I should have said, the food is exceptionally mediocre, exceedingly adequate. I should have said it is lacking cheese. But I didn't because that would be mean and cantankerous and I'm not yet to that level of honesty.
I think next time I'll invite Anneheart. We'll have appetizers and skip to the dessert.
And dine instead on company and conversation.