Elmwood Inn; Mt. Hope

Elmwood Inn – Due to it’s proximity to U of R, I want you to think back to your college days for a moment. Imagine you are at a bar or house party (or if you went to Oswego, both). You are making good progress with a nice girl and you think you have a reasonable chance at glory. All of a sudden, her friends wisk her away and you are left with a half cup of Golden Anniversary and a sick feeling in your stomach because you just pretended to like Dave Matthews for the past 2 hours. Prospects are grim, so you head back to your dorm and decide to mack on the easy, slightly unattractive chick who lives on your floor and is a sure thing. In the morning, you are reasonably satisfied but you definitely won’t be calling your boys to brag. That sums up the Elmwood plate. For those of you who spent too much time in college playing uecker and NHL 94, this means it was average. First off, no homefries option. Ugghhh, how many times do we have to go over this. The mac salad was kind-of tacky and not cooked enough. The burgers were bad; they came out looking like overdone microwave sausage patties. To top it off, no bread. On the other hand, the fries were awesome. Perfectly crisp and fresh. The hot sauce was good too. Plate-a-saurus said it burned a little hole in his stomach. Danny Sidedish said it tingled in his mouth. We are betting that’s not the first think that’s tingled in his mouth! (Get your mind out of the gutter, I’m talking pop rocks here people). The wide-mouth ketchup bottle was a plus too. In the end however, this all amounts to a pretty average plate at a convenient location. Thank you Elmwood Inn for being the whore on our dorm floor that we settle for at 2 a.m.