I went to Jimmy Daddona’s for dinner somewhat driven by this review in the Free Times. It wasn’t very good at all. Now, I’ve gained a little knowledge at the ways of foodie-ness just by having proximity to Five Dollar Beer, so I am using some of his criteria in this review [or, what I think he criteria are].
We were seated promptly, the food came quite quickly the wait staff was fine. The only possible complaint I can think of is that, perhaps the food came too quickly, not giving enough time between courses for much conversation.
The iced tea, like every restaurant I’ve ever been to, wasn’t strong enough. This I think, is mainly do to my upbringing where iced tea better be damn well hard to see through. The salad was obviously out of a bag and was just lettuce, red onion and those carrot shaving things. The house dressing, an Italian Vinaigrette, was also rather bland. I don’t like bland salads. We got free garlic bread that was tasty enough, but tasty like garlic bread is tasty anywhere. The only real difference I could discern was that it was approximately twice as greasy as garlic bread anywhere.
For my main course I ordered Veal Aglio E Olio which consisted of veal [they brought the animal out in a cage the size of an overlarge rabbit hutch, apparently this is a genetically bred veal calf, relatively unrecognizable as a bovine at all; it had no legs, no tail, not much of a head and looked mostly like a side of beef with a mouth at one end and an ass at the other. it looked at me out of its moist vestigial eyes and I could immediately tell it wanted me to eat it. but, i kid.] artichoke hearts, red pepper, mushrooms and spinach mixed in with fettucine. The portion was enormous. Think three pounds of food, at least. And it was positively swimming in olive oil and spices. It was way overspiced. I could barely taste the artichoke hearts and that is a serious problem. I ate until I wasn’t hungry any more, not until I was stuffed, but I think Jimmy Daddona’s is the type of place where you are supposed to look like Mr. Creosote from Monty Python’s Meaning of Life afterward.
It tore up my stomach. Gurgle Gurgle Gurgle. I couldn’t get to sleep for all the effort that my digestive system was going through processing all that oil and garlic. When I woke up this morning, my stomach still hurt. In fact, it is still gurgling now, twelve hours after the meal. Restaurant food is not supposed to attempt a coup d’état from the inside out. So, I didn’t like it. And now I’ve got 2.5 pounds of Veal Algio E Olio left over.