I wasn't really going to post about my less-than-satisfying Cinners experience, but then I saw my bank statement and I had forgotten that I gave them $32, and I really should have gotten a lot more for that. So I'm passing on the warning.
I live very close to Cinners, so I was really psyched to have a new bar in the 'hood and maybe someplace to get a bite to eat late nights. The wife and I stopped by the night they opened and (correctly) got the idea that we might not eat at all that night. Based on reports from a couple friends, their opening night was just dismal. But we swore we'd give it a shot sometime.
Last week, we did. And while I want to give it one more shot, we weren't blown away by any stretch of the imagination. We each ordered a 7oz. bottle of Little Kings, just for the novelty of it. They were $2.75. Paying $2.75 for a tiny 7oz. bottle of cheap beer is criminal. But we did it anyways. But man, did I feel stupid. And as I've read/heard somewhere else, not having any Great Lakes Brewery beer on the menu is just as criminal.
We each got a coney - wife got the Coney (No Cheese) and I got the Phoney Coney. The chili on the coneys was really good - I liked it very much and it certainly isn't like a regular bowl o' red. The spices were interesting, and it wasn't greasy at all, which I had expected it would be. It doesn't compare at all to Detroit or Flint style coneys, but I knew that going in. Which is fine with me. However, the buns were dry, unsteamed, and slightly stale tasting. The hot dog was lifeless.
We also got the Cinful Fries, which at $6.95 I was expecting a gargantuan pile of steaming hot fries, fresh from the frier and loaded with chili. What we got was a meager portion of fries with a couple dollops of chili. Again, I like the chili. I really do. I'm not going to write 'em off until I try a 5-way.
But here's the thing that drove me nuts. The waitress brings out the coneys first and says "Fries will be right up, they take a little longer because we make 'em here ourself." Fine. Great. But I would bet far more than a shiny nickel that the fries we were given were
microwaved. Uck. Horrible horrible horrible. The rest of the bill was rounded out by my $8 cocktail, some Mudslide-like concoction that was okay.
The other thing that turns me off about this place is that every time I wander by (I go to HarvesTime a lot), I get the feeling that this place is on what I like to call the "Friends and Family" plan, ie: everyone at the bar is well known to the owner/proprietor. There were about ten people at the bar while I was there, all of whom looked very buddy-buddy with the guy. This is just a hunch, but a strong one. Maybe I'm reading too much into things. I dunno. But I wonder how long that kind of support can last before it dries up. We'll see.