and it’s only an impression, is that Galveston residents leave the restaurants along Seawall Boulevard, Harborside, and The Strand to tourists and day-trippers and instead seek out smaller (and quieter) places away from the action to dine. Today we visit one of the locals’ favorites—Farley Girls Café.
The café’s décor was minimal, consisting of brick walls, white tables and chairs that reminded me of either a garden party or wedding reception,
While the café wasn’t busy the afternoon of our visit, we had the misfortune to take a seat in close proximity to two gentlemen—one of whom never stopped talking in a loud voice the entire time we were there. If his dining companion hadn’t uncrossed and recrossed his legs at one point, I would have feared that he had literally been bored to death.
It was from this list that Chuck made his choice—the Mile High Meatloaf.
I went to the “Hot Stuff” section of the menu where the choices included fried shrimp or fish, two pasta offerings, grilled salmon, mac and cheese, and roasted chicken. One selection was the grilled steak bowl with grilled chimichurri-marinated steak, layered on top of rice, black beans, and roasted vegetables. This sounded delicious but I have been craving shrimp and grits since I passed them by at Lo-Lo’s in Phoenix.
As delicious as was the food—and the food merits 5.0 Addies—I found Farly Girls to be an uncomfortable experience. One that I can only attribute to the brusque and nearly surly person who took our order. When that person represents the only one-on-one interaction a diner has with a restaurant, it can influence your perception of the whole experience. I might—only might—understand if we were among those who dither or talk on our cell phones while ordering. But we had reviewed the menu on-line before visiting and knew what we wanted to order. And I don’t talk on the phone under any circumstances.