Beside the dish filled with foil-wrapped pats of butter was a second menu, with still more "specials." There is indeed a lot to choose from.
The friend beside me, LJ, said, "It's a guilty pleasure, liking bad pasta," as he polished off the carbonara.
And the fish tacos, which we ordered on the fly, were all about texture, since the fish didn't have a flavor of it's own. But the texture and the garnishes were enjoyable, as was the fact that you could eat a few tacos and not feel stuffed. That, the beef and salmon were winners. The lay-ups, the piccata and carbonara were like muzak versions of the real thing. Portion size was generous. By the end even LJ was too full to taste the White Chocolate Caramel Macadamia Nut Cheesecake that he'd wanted to order for his lunch entree.
But I left feeling sad, and not sure why. I think, on reflection it was because of the sense that what we'd just experienced was simply a company responding to the demands of America, and the demands of America were helping us to take our food one step backward rather than one step forward, and I don't think we have time for backward steps.