As is my custom when I plan on getting very drunk while watching sporting events, I open up a document in my iPhone notes and start recording everything that happens around me every few minutes. It is an insurance plan to make sure that when I wake up the next morning, I remember everything that happened the night before.
The results are, unsurprisingly, very inarticulate and overly punctuated.
Despite my alcohol fulled typing, we have these notes to be thankful for as I can now warn you against ever visiting McGreevy's to eat their nachos.
After having circled a table like hungry sharks for about an hour and a half we finally sat down and began the annoying process of hailing a waitress so we could put in our order. If my life was a horror movie, this would be the part where I would start to suspect that I was a ghost the whole time because waitress after waitress kept passing our group like we were invisible. We finally got a hold of someone, put in an order of 'chos, and waited...and waited...and waited some more before we finally realize that our nachos were not coming. Eventually another waitress passes by, we beg her to take our money and bring us some food, and she does - shockingly. We cry, we thank her, and she leaves.
So yes, the service is horrible. But this is a big game and there are a lot of people here. It's rude, but somewhat understandable. The nachos themselves, however, could not be overlooked. From here, I'll be quoting my notes so as not to let my bias mind retrospectively influence my overall impressions. I'll also be removing most of the obscenities, spelling and grammar mistakes for the sake of professionalism because if this nacho hate post is anything, it's classy.
My initial impressions of our sad nacho plate were, "What the f*** is this?! I thought I ordered nachos, who ordered this piece of avant garde modern art?!" The presentation was sloppy, unkempt and overall just pathetic. All the sour cream, guacamole and salsa were on the side, leaving the chips very dry and very salty. Is McGreevy's trying to increase their beer sales by serving us food with the taste of sand and salt. I can't be sure and will leave it up to you to decide.
As I started eating the chips I encountered something that I've never seen before while eating nachos. Quote: "Why is the cheese so gooey and hard at the same time? It's like what would happen if Gumby and Pokey took acid acid together". And it's true. The texture was gooey and elestic-like and then burnt in some other parts. Was it left under a lamp for too long, did it hit a cloud of radioactive space dust giving it Fantastic Four elastic powers? Your guess is as good as mine.
As for the toppings, it was all just a mess. Cubed, dry tomatoes were dumped atop the cheese-chip pile haphazardly. I type in my notes, "These diced tomatoes are falling all over each other. Go home toppings, your drunk!". And again, "There is no scoop-ability. Scoop Jardine was a good player. I bet he'd hate these nachos".
All in all, it's hard to give a fair rating here. Despite our neglectful service, dry-salty food and Syracuse eventually loosing to Michagan (I'm going to go ahead and blame this on McGreevys as well) it is hard to go back and rate food you had months ago when you were drunk. But I'll give it a go and say...
Overall: 2/10
Being drunk and hungry is suppose to make bad food taste better, not worse.
Over and Out,
Mr. Jalapeno
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