(This venue is closed.) For a post-Wiffleball meal with my friends Ed, Max, and Gil, we sat at two sidewalk tables that tilted uptown with the sidewalk — so much so that I rested my Weihenstephaner pint ($5) on the more-reliable-looking table next to me. One Menupages reviewer used the metaphor of a "slippery slope" for both the service and the food; can't top that.
My appetizer of catfish fingers with "homemade," slightly crunchy tartar sauce ($7.95) were mildly spiced, with a texture on the firmer side of mozzarella sticks. The portion seemed a little small, but perhaps that's because everyone had a bite or two while we waited (and waited) for our entrees. Gil's giant blackened grilled pork chop ($13.95) was probably the holdup; we agreed it was just fine, though not as good as the "grilled tropical salsa" that topped it.
Max was happy with his bacon cheeseburger ($10.95). My "medium rare" burger ($8.95), which arrived an even gray through and through, had the bland taste of ground hamburger before adding the "helper." Very thin shoestring fries were no better. Ed's Greek salad ($9.95) went overboard on the lemon dressing, he said, adding that the olives clearly came from a can.
Radio Perfecto
1187 Amsterdam Ave.
212-932-0808
