Pete's is a favorite place for my senior parents, who know the waitstaff by name, and come here, frequently. Â They seem to enjoy it.
The decor is dismally dull, with white walls, no charm, and no style, but clean. Â There's a stuffed marlin on the back wall.
The waitstaff are fairly good at keeping things going, but always seem irked, with a forced smile and minimal personality, which makes me feel uncomfortable, like I am putting them out to ask for something. Â Perhaps the regulars feel differently. Â Perhaps it's the work environment?
The portions are generous, the menu expected and mainstream, and the prices moderate. Â Good for soul food favorites if you like greens and deep fried chicken livers in gravy and mashed potatoes on the side. Â Rolls are supposed to be made locally, but look like packaged dinner rolls at any rate. Â
On the positive side, there are daily specials that usually will yield a fresh fish or a comfort food favorite, and pasta choices. Â
The ladies bathroom was ridiculous, with a tiny accent mirror over the sink as the only mirror. Â Like Mary Poppins says, "I much prefer seeing my whole face at once." Â
Hand written bills and calculations, so check your bill.
Because the area was such a dining desert, this becomes a "go to" restaurant for families with children and older couples who don't want to cook anymore. Â Lots of repeat customers.
If stuck in Carthage, it's a safe but predictable choice, but rather blah.