Where's the beef?

Sometimes I think the restaurants in Boston are taking the piss. 

Take the meal I ate the other night at Whiskey's on Boylston, for example.  I ordered beef fajitas, which turned out to be about two pounds of peppers and onions and seven emaciated little strips of beef.  Seven.  (I know this because my plate was so ridiculous looking that Hubby and I actually counted.)  It was the weirdest thing ever and I've done my best to recreate this oddity in the drawing below. 

Is it because Boston is a college town, and therefore the standards are lower?  In New York there was always a plethora of cheap and cheerful places that offered tasty, quality food!  (And a G. damn mojito didn't cost me ten to twelve bucks.  And it actually tasted good.)

It didn't take long to scarf down my skimpy beef fajitas at Whiskey's.  It was only around 6:30 or so, but a girl at the table next to us was already so drunk she'd fallen off her bar stool.  (Not that I judge.  Broads who live in glass houses...)  By the time we left, the place was packed and there was a line out the door.  All up and down Boylston the kids were getting their drink on.  

I suppose they're going to pay up no matter what?  Still, I wish the standards were a bit higher.  

Oh, by the way, here's what half of a $10 steak sandwich at Dillon's looks like:

Where's the effing beef?  They're totally taking the piss.  Gordon Ramsey would have himself a field day.

Comments

[Amy]

I never went to Whiskey's looking for a good meal, just a good man. :)

[Sissy]

Perhaps it is the economy? Perhaps they are scrimping and saving just to stay in business. Not that it's a good business plan.

I think you need to stay away from the bar rooms. Leave it to the idiot college kids.

[the odd broad]

Very true, Am, very true. And you found him!