Desperate People Will Eat Anything

I met my friend Amber for lunch the other day. She was in town for a conference at the Convention Center, so to make things easy, we just went across the street to the Wharf Rat. She's a vegetarian and they have a few veg options, so that was a plus.

The place was packed, but we managed to squeeze into an awkwardly-placed table in a doorway. She got a taco salad with veggie chili, I had a Cobb salad. She didn't complain about her food, and I didn't taste it, so I can't make any comments on the quality of their veg chili. My salad, on the other hand, was fairly dismal. The chicken breast was horribly overcooked to a tough and stringy consistency, and the hardboiled egg sported a nasty green ring-around-the-yolk. At least the greens were fresh. For twelve bucks, I at least want something that tastes good. But the Wharf Rat has a ready-made clientele of convention-goers and pre- and post- ballgame attendees, so they don't really have to try very hard at all. So they don't. Must be nice being one of the only nearby restaurants. California Tortilla is far superior.

(I've eaten at the Wharf Rat a few times in the past and can't say I've had a particularly good or memorable meal there at any point.)