
The place was ice cold. I swear they had the air conditioner on. The only people who were not wearing coats were the waitresses and the young testosterone-laden adolescents. There were lots of empty tables yet the gal at the front pulpit took our name and said we should wait by the sign (about 2 feet away) and then she immediately came over to us and said that our table was ready.!! huh???
fortunately the food was quite tasty. Jean and i shared avocado egg rolls; rich and filling (though just like Chinese i was hungry again within minutes) with an excellent spicy clear dipping sauce. and we also shared chicken potstickers which were served with another great sauce which i could have drunk since it was room temperature which was 15 degrees warmer than the restaurant.
Jean also ordered an oatmeal cookie which I - with great forbearance and self-pity and fortitude did not share with her - (i'm still trying to lose the weight i gained during our summer vacation.). It was baked in a mini-pie tin and was more like a small cobbler.
So this lunch will be my last foray into BJ's because in spite of the good tasting food, the place is not physically comfortable, the atmosphere is plastic and the prices are inflated. I can't think of anything else those initials could stand for except ------- you got it!