As we entered Whitey's, we expected the dreaded look of disgust from the hostess. “Great, another group of loud, obnoxious teens who will order the cheapest thing on the menu and probably tip 10%.” However, we weren't even greeted by a hostess, rather we waited alone, wishing we were carrying a flashlight to light up the dark labyrinth. After waiting what seemed like our lifetimes, we were finally taken to a table, away from the bar filled with enthusiastic, but naïve Brown's fans.
Our first impression, sitting down at the small tables pushed together, was that the restaurant was very "homey". The décor on the walls would be something you saw in perhaps your grandma's house. It was cozy, but cozy is going to be very snug when the dinner rush comes in. However, the atmosphere of the cheering/cries from the bar and the overall relaxed tone at dinner time was one we could enjoy while we waited for our waitress to come and serve us.
Glancing through the menu, we were greeted with many options, most of them with chili on top. Chili, chili fries, chili chips, and even pizza with chili on top! The theme of the restaurant was apparently chili galore. While it's great to have something you are known for, trying to shove it down your customers mouth through every meal isn't going to mask the taste of the meals you haven't perfected.
We all tried to order from different sides of the menu, covering all our bases. I decided to go for something classic, a Beer Joint: an American cheeseburger with lettuce, tomato, onion, and mayo. Tasty and fresh, the meat seemed to just melt in your mouth. No wonder why they are proud enough to put it in their name. A side of onion rings complimented the meal perfectly; while I just let the fries get cold.A tumultuous relationship with her Biology Lab led Mint into the arms of a Taco pizza...
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