Abbey Pub

 

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Danielle B.

Houston, TX

I recently went to see a band at a new bar on the west side called Abbey Pub, and had great hopes for it based on their website, but that hope turned out to be misplaced.

First, the positives. The interior is large and open, with several pool tables in the back. The a/c is cold, and they have a full menu. Oh, and there's no cover, which is definitely a plus! Unfortunately, though, this is the best I can do since my experience went downhill as soon as I stepped over the threshold.

I arrived after ten, and since it had been a long day with no dinner, I thought I'd get a table, watch the band, and get something to eat. Finding a table was harder than I thought - not because there was anyone there but because all the tables were sticky. The barmaid was quick to come over, though, when I got settled, and although she seemed put out at my request, produced a stained rag and wiped off the table. The Coke she brought me was excellent (I'm a Coke connoisseur, what can I say.) and ice cold. I ordered the chicken tenders entree, a house salad with ranch dressing, and French fries. The salad arrived first, but I had to send the accompanying silverware back as it had something caked on it. The server was brought me out clean utensils, but I definitely got the feeling that I was pushing my luck. Although the salad was supposed to be a garden salad, the greens were wilted - not the fresh, crispy greens that I expected. I ordered ranch dressing, but I'm not sure what was on my salad. Ranch dressing doesn't have chunks, and it didn't smell or taste like blue cheese. I decided not to push my luck and just left it unfinished. When the chicken tenders arrived, I was starved! The french fries were cooked to perfection, with a golden, crispy skin and just the right amount of salt. The chicken tenders were another story, however, still pink and raw in the middle. I was starving however, so I cut out the middles and ate the rest of it.

By now, between the very sub par food, and the boorish people seated at the next table whose life mission seemed to be heckling the band, I was thoroughly irritated. I decided to cut my losses.

Even though I had parked right in front of the bar, I was surprised at how dark it was. (Ladies, take someone with you. There were several hoodlum types hanging out in the parking lot and I'll admit to being a bit nervous. As I backed up, I heard a crunch under my tires. When I got out to inspect the cause, I discovered a broken beer bottle under my tire. Luckily, my tire wasn't damaged and I arrived home safely, supremely aggravated but no worse for the wear.

As much as I wanted to like this club, and give it a good recommendation, I just can't. Fortunately for Houston, there are plenty of other clean and friendly clubs to visit.

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