Tristan

The service was impeccable, and the ambiance unparalleled. We began with the she crab soup and chocolate barbeque lamb ribs, then split the white tuna.
From start to finish, the food was pure CRAP. Not only did every dish tasted as though the main ingredient was salt, but the ribs were pure fat, and even after we scraped away the blubberish lard, the paltry bit of meat which existed was like pure rubber. The tuna was veiny and horrifically overcooked. The others around us were just as disappointed with their meals, and so we asked our sweet waitress, “who is the culinary genius behind this garbage?”
Her reply? “Master Chef Aaron Deal.”
Be warned – if Aaron Deal is cooking, avoid this venue.