To perch, or not to perch
Location, location, location. A great rule for real estate, and most often a key signal that the food and service will be mediocre. Sadly, Quaker Steak and Lube in Vermilion was not an exception to this rule.
Ah, but the location! Outside seating just before sunset watching all the boats come into the harbor, the water sparkling, the kids laughing, the dogs wearing their life jackets...who could resist? And who knew that we would happen along right in the middle of the Cleveland Browns and the Oakland Raiders? Who knew that the entire restaurant was roaring and cheering and hissing in perfectly synchronized fashion? Deciding on discretion, I remained quiet as the sole Raider voice would have likely been thrown overboard!
Rose was our server. She said she was taking care of us, but that was hyperbole at its finest. We ordered the fresh perch dinner, to share. The dinner came with cole slaw and one side of our choice. We chose the mashed potatoes and gravy, with an extra side of bourbon bbq beans, as well as a side salad with no cheese. See, now was that so difficult Rose? Rose, dear Rose, kept repeating green beans. I kept repeating bbq beans. At one point I sweetly smiled and said if she brought me green beans there was going to be trouble. Oh, and do I want the fries? It comes with fries. No Rose, read your menu dear. Fries are a choice, and we chose the other sides. Long story longer, the salad arrived with cheese, the cole slaw had no flavor at all, the tartar sauce tasted like warm Greek yogurt. The perch was fresh and the beans were fairly tasty.
What would I like to drink? I would love a list of your beer and wine. Hm. That list has no beer. Rose is nowhere to be found , and eventually she comes back. Well, are you ready to order your drink? I can’t find any list of your beers on tap. Rose says, Bud light, Blue men, 2 beer will get you twenty, do I have an ultra? Was that a miller lite? 10 4 good buddy....Ok, I confess she rattled those damned beers off so fast I couldn’t understand anything. Who knows what I drank!
Bottom line, go to Quaker State for oil and lube, go to Quaker Steak to watch a game, have appetizers...enjoy. But in Vermilion, OH, do yourself a favor and just go elsewhere.