The Alehouse is ostensibly a classier, more classic sports bar in that you don't go there to pick up women (If you have, good for you). I was there for a bucks night dinner on Saturday night, and my preparation could not have been worse.
I had had Schnitzels the two days previous, and then topped that off by filling up at a bbq earlier in that day. So my stomach wasn't on top of it's game, and anyone who has eaten a schnitty at the Alehouse will tell you, you better have your game-gut on.
The schnitty came out, and what I noticed straight away, as you always do here, is the size. However, if look past that and you notice the texture. It's a little drier than your top-notch schnitzels, and a little thinner.
Lift it up and you'll find some soggy chips. Nevermind, you won't be needing those.
The taste is fine and the parmigiana sauce and cheese is too, so eating it is not as bad as I would have you believe.
Again, I must stress, I did not bring my A-game to the table, and thus you cannot take this review as gospel (maybe take it as a proverb).
But I must give a rating and the rating is a PASS. The FAIL goes to me, for failing to finish.
If you're looking for a challenge and you want the taste to be half decent, this is your place. Although, make sure you have some biccie's in your backburner, because these babies set you back $18 a pop.
As for me, I'll be back, I just have to wait for this one to digest.
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