As we fall deeper and deeper into this recession, from which there's little hope of recovering before I'm almost at retirement age, I'm getting more and more annoyed at handing over 125 dollars to restaurants for mediocre experiences. In the past, I'd just chalked 'em up to a learning experience. But not so much these days. It actually goes a bit beyond annoyance, and slides into bitterness. "How dare they take my money for that?!??", I stew.
Which brings me to Bloomfield's The Orange Squirrel.
I bought into the online hysteria, which made the place sound like...well, read for yourself:
"The Orange Squirrel is one of the good ones."
"Run, don't walk, to the Orange Squirrel."
"The Orange Squirrel doesn't disappoint...it surprises."
"wood fired pizza"
"they have drinks named after squirrels"
"they serve cute squirrel chocolates at the end of the meal."
And those are just from Baristanet.com
"dinner was truly delicious"
"rivals those [restaurants] of NYC...a must try"
"brick oven pizza"
Don't get me wrong. When we walked in we weren't expecting The Spotted Pig, so I wouldn't blame the following on unreasonable expectations. But when we walked out, we were just shaking our heads, annoyed, let down, and that feeling of just losing all hope for the NJ restaurant scene came over us. "Is this the best we [New Jersey] can do?" we thought, depressed.
OK, getting to it...