Well, I am getting rather behind in my posting, because its been a week since I went to dinner at the Green Well Gastropub with my Grandmother and still no blog. Here we go! I have a certain amount of scorn for the word "gastropub." Its so faux european and it implies that people in Grand Rapids are goonish, naively waiting for someone to tell them what people in the "big cities" are doing. I think what the Green Well means is that they are a faux european restaurant with a wine list. Anyway, its a pleasant enough place, though too loud for my grandma, who is a little hard of hearing. It is kind of smooth all around with dark wood chairs and a scattering of high tables and large booths. It was my second time there, and I was again confused by the quality of service. I think that in a retaurant that seems to think so much of itself the training should be better. Instead there was too much interuption, a few times the server had to come back and ask us to repeat ourselves, and her knowlege base seemed limited. I ordered a glass of tempranillo and it came a good 5 minutes after everyone else got their drinks. My cousin's boyfriend, Craig, got an "oberita," a margarita made with Oberon. I was gleeful to hear that the bar was experimenting with beer cocktails and even more pleased when it was very tasty. Less tasty was our appetizer of a trio of dips. They were fine, but not anything new in the way of flavor or texture. For dinner I took the advice of Craig, who had eaten lunch there the day before, and got the hamburger with cheddar, no bacon. Craig had waxed rhapsodic about the 'best burger ever!" for twenty minutes, and in the interest of fair reporting I thought it necessary to give it a try. In fairness, the burger was really good. The bun was toothsome and very slightly crusty, and the burger itself was great, jucy to the point where I had dribbles down my chin. Craig and I were two matching, juice-dribbling moron twins, but I heard some complaints from the other corners of the table about entrees. Grumblings about too-sweet mushroom ravioli and macaroni and cheese that was "grievously misnamed." My impression was good, not great, maybe better for lunch.
Green Well Gastropub