Three things brought me to the Hard Rock Cafe in Baltimore.
1.Hunger
2.Novelty (I live in a small town)
3.Blogography
I’ve been reading Dave at Blogography talk about the great veggie burger at Hard Rock for so long, I half expected the burger to come with a side of crack. I’ve never eaten at a Hard Rock Cafe, but I had pretty high expectations to say the least. Being pretty hungry our table decdided to get an appetizer of onion rings, they sounded good at the time and I can’t think of the last time I ate some really good onion rings.
Twenty-four hours after eating at Hard Rock Cafe, I still can’t.
We ended up being at Hard Rock for more than on hour. Five minutes to order, 45 minutes waiting for the food, 1 minute to be disappointed by the food, ten minutes of chasing down a manager for the check, and 2 minutes to pay and run out the door. I will never go back.
The onion rings were icky and greasy. The veggie burger was a pile of brown rice & veggie bits pressed into a patty, a tepid pile of carbohydrate that no sauce could save.
The accompanying salad was topped with a piece of rotten black drippy lettuce.
Really, ’nuff said.