I was so excited to try this place (despite the good smells coming from Winslow's at the Market, we headed to Succotash). I loved the kitschy, mish-mash décor, the rainbow layer cake in the case (I couldn’t find it anywhere on the menu), the hot-pink chandelier, the Melmac plates and the plastic tumblers that reminded me of drinking tea at my grandma’s, the hipster Beatnik staff, the opportunity to people-watch.
We arrived over the lunch hour and after a short 20 minute wait we were seated by a host that seemed totally annoyed at having to show us to our table. We sat in the back, near the wrought iron spiral staircase that lead to the restroom on the second floor (and continued on down to the basement with only an apron tied across to discourage people from going on down). We watched several people make the treacherous climb and decent. One elderly woman fell on the last couple of steps and caught herself at the bottom of the first floor. She almost tumbled down the basement stairs. YIKES!!!
We placed our order with a super sweet, if somewhat frazzled, server. We waited forever for our food, which seems to be a common experience at Succotash. That was fine because we had the time, but I wouldn’t suggest Succotash for a quick lunch.
We got great humor when our food arrived, our server said, “I see you need silverware, I’ll be right back with some.” We waited and waited (probably for five minutes before we saw her with another customer) and waited. Finally, so we could enjoy our food before it got cold we ate with our tea spoons. We eventually flagged down another server and three-quarters of the way through our meal our server arrived with silverware.
The portions were huge. Half of the plate was loaded with fried potatoes, which I found soggy. I had the BLT; it consisted of two fried eggs with cheese, two little slices of bacon, lots ‘o field greens, a couple slices of tomatoes, whole wheat bread and pesto aioli. I didn’t really care for the aioli and I felt like it coupled with the eggs overwhelmed to two little slices of bacon. The bread was great! What I really wanted, though, was a BLT and I would call this more of an ELT.
My husband got an omelet and the potatoes, which he thoroughly enjoyed.
I don’t know if I would come back or not. Perhaps for the people watching or the rainbow cake that I am so curious about.