Am I sorry I couldn't wait til Tuesday for Rosamunde...
Stopped by the newly annointed Hotel Utah yesterday for a burger, salad, and fries. I've always liked the Utah for music, although sitting on bar stools isn't my idea of comfort. There are a few tables downstairs by the stage.
My burger ($7), ordered rare, was completely raw. I gave it a few minutes to settle, hoping it would get better, but it was still a thin flat patty of raw tasteless beef. (Possibly it was raw Niman Ranch tasteless beef.) I debated sending it back, but I'm not convinced that cooking would have helped, and I didn't feel like getting up. Did I mention it was self-serve? The "chipotle" mayo was orange-colored mayo, not a pepper in sight or taste--for real chipotle mayo, on a whole wheat bun, go to Big Mouth.
A generous handful of yuppie greens ($2) was woefully overdressed. A bowl of fries ($1.50) was adequate but not half as good as In N Out's, let alone Chow's. To add insult to injury, I took home a giant chocolate chip cookie, bringing the total to $12 for a less than mediocre lunch. The cookie used a decent quality chocolate, but otherwise was greasy and overdone.
Am I missing something, folks? After reading Ruth's writeup, maybe I should have gone to TGIFriday's. The rave in the Bay Guardian led me to expect much more from the Hotel Utah. I've enjoyed the raves here about their biscuits and gravy, but I'm unlikely to give them another chance to disappoint.