1 /5 S Marsh: Maybe I’m just a cynic. Maybe I’m an elitist food snob with a burning hatred for this place (both possible). What I do know is this: PJ Scanlan’s does something to my guts I cannot explain.
Olestra flashbacks? Some sinister substitute? Is it designed to keep their mostly elderly clientele regular (pun unintended)? I wanted to write a cheeky review, but that “burning hatred” I mentioned? It’s literal. I’m typing this mid-exorcism, fuming with rectal rage upon the porcelain throne, questioning why I once again gave this place a chance.
As for the food? Think one tier up from diner and stop there. The service? Equally uninspiring. The woman who takes phone orders sounds perpetually miserable, though, to be fair, maybe she needs this gig more than I need edible food.
Long story short: I don’t get the hype. Save yourself the gastrointestinal distress. Unless, of course, you’re in the market for a cheap colonic.
