Dunn’s Famous…famous why? Let’s take it back.
Tired, hungry and unwilling to travel far, my partner in crime and I stopped by Dunn’s to refuel. I’ve never been to this low-key diner-like restaurant, but my gut told me I wouldn’t be pleased. Nonetheless, I gave it the benefit of the doubt; I’m just nice like that.
We started with an appetizer, specifically, Potato Skins with Bacon – simple, easy and foolproof. The combinations of warm tender potatoes, goo-ey melted cheese, green onions, crisp bacon bits, and a side of sour cream was comforting and exactly what I needed after a long day. I thought maybe this place wasn’t that bad after all. Wrong.
My sister had the Old Fashioned Smoked Meat sandwich – a hearty stack of artery clogging smoked meat on rye bread, and I had The Famous Reuban – a mound of high cholesterol and high sodium smoked meat, Swiss cheese and sauerkraut sandwiched between pumpernickel bread. The medium-fat smoked meat, glistening and pink, was too greasy, flavorless, wet and sloppy. It’s rare for me to leave food on my plate, but I left more than half my sandwich behind – it was that bad. Both of our meals came with fries, coleslaw (yuck) and a pickle, all of which aren’t worth talking about.
The Dunn’s franchise has been around for a long time, but I just don’t see what all the fuss is about – the food is horrible, inedible even. Maybe I’m just being a snob because I’ve pledged my allegiance to Schwartz’s, home of the greatest smoked meat in the world. Experiencing the best was a privilege and a curse in itself because everything else will always be compared to it and will never be good enough. Sorry Dunn's.
N.B. Multiple Locations
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