Sly Fox Inn

Holy crap this place is dated. The chairs LOL. I think my grandparents used to have one in the same style, which was covered with paint, buried deep in basement. The menu, decor and staff all need to be updated. Upon arriving my group struck up a conversation about how this place has to be a front for laundering money or some other nefarious activity. Seriously, what kind of operation are they running here? My buddy and I started making mob refferences, which made our girlfriends nervous.  Embarasing my girlfriend in public is a hobby of mine, so when the waitress came to our table I looked across the table at my buddy and said: "Try he veal, it's the best in the city." The waitress says: "we don't have veal sir," completely missing the Godfather reference. I laughed so hard she had to comeback to get the order. That was funny.

Oh and the food, well the food leaves something to be desired. It is realy bland and generaly overcooked. We split a ceaser salad to start which was way below average, 2 stars at best.  We had calamari and spinach artchoke dip for apitizers. The calamari was fishy tasteing and had the cosistancy of a deflated basketball.  However, the spinach artichoke dip was pretty good especialy when compared to the disaster the main course turned out to be. The burger was edible (had trouble coming up with an adjective here). The flavor was alright but the problem was it was way overdone. Ordered it medium rare and it was beyond well done. The waitress insisted it was cooked right. She just forgot how I wanted it because she did not write the order down.  Also, I asked for onions that never came... My girlfriend's fish was also overdone and served with a cup of mayo instead of tartar sauce, which was corrected eventually by the waitress.  My buddy and his girlfriend split a steak and a personal pizza. The pizza was laughably bad and the steak, which he ordered rare, was fully cooked. Suck. The prices for beer was a little above average but fair, I mean they did have to pay rent for a restaurant that was pretty empty.  

This place gets two stars for the spinach artichoke dip.

My friends and I call this place the "sloppy box".  It's a last resort on a Wednesday night when all other plans have fell through.  It's basically a blue collar cougar town type of joint.  If you're looking for a wrinkled divorcee with a kid that's DTF you're in the right place, if you can get past the mom jeans.  The owner is a heavy set drunkard who often does the bar tending, don't expect good service unless you show some cleavage.  Feel free to drive away under the influence, the place is protected.  It's amazing what  kind of friends you make with a couple free drinks.  Just tell "Ponch" that you're on your way home from the fox... unless of course his x-wife is in the passenger seat.

Is it  possible to give zero stars?  ....Saturday night 9:45 PM, two bar attendants, 5 customers seated at the bar  and zero service.  Manager on hand indifferent to appeal of unattended customers and once approached, gave a lame attempt to satisfy our needs upon leaving the restaurant.  What a unprofessional DUMP!