A new Farmer Boys restaurant opened up nearby very recently and I decided to go check it out.
Okay, somebody please reassure me that a lunchtime burger would be a better choice, because…I had breakfast there with a couple of family members and we all agreed that it absolutely blew. The eggs were cold by the time they arrived, the bread looked flat like the kind you get for a very low price at the store when they’re trying to dump it, the hash browns were barely mediocre, and the coffee was no great shakes. We assumed that this was the standard fare, so we just ate what we could and got out. We just felt like leaving instead of making an issue of it.
So, have you tried Farmer Boys? Have you had crappy meals there? Is lousy chow standard issue there? I’m interested in any comments.
Well, we tried them for breakfast, when they opened one across the street from our home (or as near as makes no difference) last year, and the breakfast fare was no great shakes. Except the coffee. Their coffee is so bad it deserves to have full-page restaurant reviews published about it, just to convey to the general public the reality of how bad it is. And I did give them a second chance, so I don’t think it had anything to do with opening-day jitters. I think they just deliberately make it so weak and foul to discourage people from lingering over a third or fourth free-refilled cup. Or maybe nobody on the staff ever drinks the coffee, so they don’t really know how to make it.
Anyway, because breakfast without coffee is a pointless waste of life energy, we no longer bother with Farmer Boy to start the day. That said, I found the bacon and French toast to be unobjectionable, the one time we ate breakfast there, and I can confirm that the scrambled eggs were both overcooked and cold.
Lunch and dinner items are competently executed, if somewhat overpriced. The only menu items I can recommend without reservation are the fried fish sandwich and the fish and chips dinner. The fish fillets call to mind Cheech Marin’s rhapsodic description of Santa Claus’s old lady’s brownies: man, I couldn’t eat one of them (I speak of size, here, not other . . . attributes).