The Shore Cafe

The best thing they made

Terrible evening at Shore Cafe last night. All new waitresses (replaced the great waiters, Jeff for one). These waitresses don't know what they are doing, we were never told the specials and was asked..."what can I get you" Wow, what a way to approach a customer. No intro such as, I'm so and so to take care of you. When we commented to her about that she responded, "that's something done at a Ruby Tuesday" Oh my, we asked for Mike but was told he was on vacation. Does he know this is happening? And the restaurant has gone down hill, no longer classy in the evening with table clothes. Food was terrible. the Veal Parm and linguini had a ton of sauce on the plate, awful. My husband ordered the double chop with hot cherry peppers. But no cherry peppers were on the plate, he was told they ran out of the peppers, he did have two dime size potatoes, ha ha. Such a joke for $30. The quality is no longer there,nor the food, decor, and service. Don't think we will be back.

Really poor food quality. Had a Veal Saltimboca; the veal was cooked to death and drowned in a sort of watery gravy sauce, instead of sage they used spinach and instead of prosciutto they used cooked ham. Some freeze-dried herbs finished the plate. Awful.

This place's food is OK for the Jersey Shore but coming from NY I won't eat here again. My cooking is better than most of the Italian Restaurants in the area.

Ugh, never again. First of all -whoever is in the kitchen and is allowing the bread in the breadbaskets to actually be served to customers -should be fired.

We were seated at a table for 2 right in the main thoroughfare it seemed. Everyone in that restaurant brushed past our table. I say 'brushed'...because everyone's apron, jacket, coat or dress...ended up in our food. That table was a balancing act. Between so many glasses & oversized plates...there wasn't any room to put anything. When our entrees came, I was holding the bread basket, my cocktail & silverware and my husband was holding his drink, silverware, & appetizer plate (we didn't finish & wanted to continue to eat the appetizer with our dinner) while trying to move the candles & water glasses all while the waitress stood there holding our plates a bit impatiently...as she wanted to put them down. Gee..me too. I only wish there was room.

Eventually...we moved items out of our way and our dinner was served. I was of course still holding the bread basket and my drink...so at that moment I had no idea how I would be eating.

I ordered chicken francaise. Let me say this...I have made this dish at home & ordered it in many restaurants & diners. Never in my life have I seen a portion this small. I truly believe it was a half breast of chicken pounded into a tissue paper thickness & served. The plate it was served on? A HUGE oval platter...thats right..I said platter. Three thin slices of chicken swimming in sauce on a huge platter. I almost couldn't find the actual chicken!

I wanted to burst out laughing...but honestly there wasn't any room. My husband didn't have a chance of eating...as his silverware & water glass were still being held in one hand....while his other hand tried to balance our appetizer plate on the edge of the table (this is how everyone who passed our table got some sauce on their clothing). He just sat there frozen...trying to keep everything on the table while shimmying things over a fraction of an inch.

I flagged down the waitress to take our water glasses...the candle...the bread basket & some small plates from us...so we could begin dinner. I was finished in 5 minutes. Really..how long can it take to eat 3 minute pieces of chicken? All I had left was a plate of sauce. I asked for the breadbasket back...as I figured sopping up some of the sauce with some bread might fill me up. Not that bread.

Although the waitress returned with a new breadbasket...amazingly enough it was worse than the first one. The first breadbasket merely had stale tasteless slices of italian bread...this one did one better & the bread came burned. Yes, burned.

It's a good thing I have a sense of humor...as when I lifted the napkin & saw slices of burned bread I finally did burst out laughing. This entire meal was a disaster and I figured that I finally hit bottom.

We asked for the check...paid & left...never to return.