Partly due to a fundamental opposition to the flash, and partly because there is nothing to show for it, a recent group excursion to Silk City Diner left me lost in the dark. I ordered the "Prime Angus Burger," which was marginal. The bun was stale and the meat simply existed. All flavor came from the excessive but necessary sauces and add-ons. My girlfriend's Silk Salad, which is only worth ordering due to having avocado interestingly had NO avocado present. A friend's Grilled Chicken Sandwich, which is usually a masterpiece was charred beyond toughness and missing its lubrication and lifeblood, Basil Pesto Mayo. Maybe there was a new expeditor on duty who ripped these items from the kitchen prematurely.
Kenzinger drafts were expressed as $3 by our server and appeared as $4 on the bill. When simply mentioned, our table was engulfed in the steam coming from our server's ears. How dare we ask. An understandable mistake, but an unnecessarily tense moment. Oh and the ice water tasted as though filtered through the sedimentary oil from a cheap Chinese restaurant. Under new management? Sheer laziness? Not smooth, Silk City.
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