Mom wanted to try Clifton’s again for her anniversary, so I offered to treat them as I had always wanted to go there also. We finally made it AND they were open for general business, and they were busy, so my expectations immediately rose.
Somehow in my head, I expected more from a restaurant that has been around 80 years. I could not help but think that in its heyday, it was probably real fab! My grandmother used to work at Webster’s and I remember her starched uniform that was as sharp and befitting as was the service. I was hoping that I might be transported back in time upon entering Clifton’s, but such was not the case
The first thing I found odd was that it was more like a buffet than a cafeteria line. The selection of food was rather small than what I expected, however I found some fried chicken and waffles – which I had never had before – and could not resist trying the macaroni ‘n’ cheese.
The food tasted good, but as you can see, the food was not even hot, evidenced by the non-melting butter. Strike one! Strike two was the syrup packets.
Still recovering from my fall three days ago, I was not happy about climbing the stairs while holding my tray of food, but I didn’t have a choice as the main floor tables were all occupied. Even my parents, simply due to their age, did not appreciate the stairs. Out of relief, we chose the first available table, which happened to be behind the live music. I am not a fan of live music, but they were playing xmas music, so I was able to withstand.
On the way out, I asked for a manager to complain and make some suggestions for improvement. Apparently, he wasn’t listening to me, as he invited me back to Clifton’s. One of my suggestions was to make the main floor elderly/handicap accessible only, and that is when I found out there was an elevator. Sorry bud, neither I nor my parents were impressed enough to travel to downtown and pay for parking for cold food.