So there are very few times when B actually picks where we eat, and this was no exception. It was his birthday, and I told him we were going to Artz Rib House, because, on his birthday, he should get to eat something he loves, rather than just tolerates. Of course, he put up a fight because he - considerately - said, "Honey, there's nothing for you to eat there!" Which isn't entirely true - they make veggie burgers and baked potatoes that I can eat - but I soon realized that my tolerance for a VERY limited selection (because I love B and wanted him to selfishly enjoy himself at least one night a year) miiiiiight not be entirely gravy with the rest of my family. Especially since my little sister was in her strict vegan mode, rather than simply vegetarian like the rest of us.
I think that Art is undergoing some family/medical issues, because rumour has it that this place is hurting. And it was. When we arrived, there was hardly anyone there (as opposed to the last time we went, where it was packed and on a wait list).
I don't feel like there's a whole lot to say about this, so I won't bore you all with tales of my dissatisfaction, but I will note two things: Art's mustard, which is why I go here, was "out" as he hadn't made any in a few weeks, and my husband said the ribs were dry. I hope whatever he has going on gets sorted out and this place doesn't close down, but the food has got to get back to where it was if people are going to start coming back here...
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