Oh my, oh my, oh my. It has been many years since I had a meal at “WOW”. They were famous for their macadamia nut pancakes that last time I was there, and I tried many times to duplicate the taste in my own kitchen.
This time, when I asked if they had any macadamia pancakes, the chef was not even sure what I was talking about; didn’t “think we have any”, but if we did could make them for me. (After placing my order for something else she said that she had found some nuts and could make them for me. I declined.)
To begin with, I went with a friend – Joe – that I have gone out with before. I had touted the restaurant as one of the better breakfast places in OB and knew he would like it.
The “owners favorite ” was the Machaca Plate and since that is one of my favorite Mexican meals I ordered it without hesitation. It came with a dollop of sour cream; a smaller portion of salsa; beans; tortillas – corn or flour – and some green sprig.
Joe was going to have something different but since they didn’t have the macadamia nut pancakes, he decided to also have the Machaca plate. And here is where we ran into the first problem. After waiting for 7 minutes to have MY order taken from the “Outside Take-out” window, I went and sat down. Twenty-two minutes later, Joe’s order was taken, AND he had stood at the window with me when I placed my order.
The second problem was when someone from inside the restaurant yelled “machaca plate” that I realized it was my order. Joe, still standing at the window waiting for his change, brought me my order. His was not served up for another 18 minutes!
(It should be noted that on Joe’s plate, when it finally arrived, was a single sprig of cilantro. My “sprig” appeared to be a piece of lettuce, but I am not sure exactly what it was, or from what kind of a plant it came from.)
One of the disappointing factors of the machaca plate is that – despite the chef, and the person taking our orders being Latino – we would have been hard pressed to tell, in a blind taste test, just what we were eating. I doubt if they would have served it in their own home. There was virtually none of the wonderful spicy taste that Machaca usually offers. In fact, it tasted like scrambled eggs with left-over meat that had not been seasoned. Neither of us were able to finish the meal, not because we were full, but because of the lack of taste from the “owners favorite.”
Additionally, Joe ordered a coffee latte, and the person taking the order looked over at the chef and said, “ . . . a coffee latte has milk in it, doesn’t it?” It goes without saying that even the latte left something to be desired.
I ordered an “Arnold Palmer” – half iced tea and half lemonade. It was fair; nothing I would order again.
Overall, the $12 that we each paid for our meal was a complete waste of money. I don’t know if we had hit a bad day – after all it was a Tuesday and maybe the weekends are better – but I would not go back to give it a try again. And for those of you that are regulars and upset by this review, all I can say is that I am more upset than you. I work hard for my money, and I felt, as I threw away the remaining meal, that I had also thrown away my money.