I like food. I like eating. And I am usually happy someone else is cooking because if I wanted to I would. Yes, I know that means I am sometimes overly positive. And I know I am often saying to myself "I can make this. Why does it cost so much?" I have been known to say the service sucked (e.g., at the restaurant at the Culinary Institute of America). But I almost never say, don't bother. And this is an official "DON'T BOTHER" to go to the Flying Fish Cafe in Wellfleet, Massachusetts. It should be good -- a sort of funky ambiance -- a mix of hippie and today. The menu is not bad. But twice in a row, serious things went wrong. So: I say don't bother.
What happened? Day one, we went there because we liked it when we had been to Wellfleet before, and wanted coffee and a snack to take along to sit and watch waves. I got what I wanted. The person I was (blessedly) with, did not. She asked for "chocolate zucchini bread." She got: banana bread. This is not to say banana bread is not good. It can be and this was. It was just not what was requested.
So, we thought: a fluke. These things happen. We went back for our penultimate breakfast before returning to the land of too-much-work to be even imaginable let alone do-able -- and again were disappointed. Poached eggs -- ordered one, got two. Ordered poached -- and got poached-so-hard-they-could-have-been-hard-boiled eggs. What is the point.
So: officially, don't bother. And frankly, they could have saved themselves but the service is so laid back as to be "I don't care. Why should I." Really. Why bother going? Don't. There are loads of good places around.
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