The Posh, not worth all the hype

However, I was sorely disappointed.

Upon first glance, I thought I had arrived at the wrong place. Although the building is nicely constructed and very modern, the limited parking is on a dusty gravel lot. For those of us who actually care about our cars and SUVs, this is not a nice touch.

As I walked through the glass doors I had to open myself, I could not help but sigh. This was obviously not the crowd I was expecting. My Versace suit seemed quite out of place against the garish banners hanging over the dirty escalators and the unpolished look of the students there with their books lazily spread out all over the tables. Patrons of The Posh must actually walk through and around the tables to order.

No one came up to me and asked to seat me. Watching the flow of traffic, I finally decided that the maitre d' had to be in the back. So I walked under the unsightly Posh sign only to find that there were no servers and no paper menus. Maybe I'm getting old, but there is still something special about holding a printed menu in my hands.

Glancing around and grimacing, I realized this was not going to be the upper-class fare I had expected. The menu was full of choices, but little variety; almost everything seemed to be made of beef. People were actually standing in line and ordering such things as hamburgers and french fries. Wanting to leave but realizing I needed to eat, I decided to try some of the high-fat, lower-class "food."

Hoping to be safe, I ordered a Reuben and french fries. Then I actually had to fill my own Diet Coke in a styrofoam cup.

Although there are three cash registers, only one was open. Waiting in line and balancing my food and drink for 42 minutes at the lone manned one is not my idea of a good service. I had to pay with exact change, as they do not accept any plastic. Honestly, I'm surprised I had anything other than Platinum me.

After finally paying for my now chilled food, I struggled to get my napkins and condiments. Finding an empty table was difficult, as nearly all were either full or dirty. I finally secured one next to the door--the worst spot in any restaurant. Sitting in a surprisingly comfortable seat, I began to eat my now frigid sandwich and icy fries.

Although giving a full review of food that was prepared nearly an hour prior is difficult, the Reuben was still fairly good. The bread had actually held together even though the tangy Thousand Island dressing had been sitting on it for so long. The french fries were too cold to really eat. The Diet Coke was a bit sweeter than most.

Upon finishing, I had to clean up my own area, including emptying my own food into one of the sparse trashcans. No tip there!

After an all-too-careful review, I think The Posh should be renamed "The Nosh."