The Hate Train is Coming to Rio City Cafe!

Ok ok ok ok, I know that sounds a little harsh it must be said! All those potentially following my previous posts consisting of utter poetry, know about my recent downturn in opinion for Sacramento's Rio City cafe, but today took that to new levels! From performance to price, execution to a later expulsion this was a distressing experience. Here's some background highlights on this once great eatery 1) Sourdough cheese loaf, a bliss-full round of bread sliced with large amounts of cambozola and chili flakes make this delicious, which sits in a bath of olive oil and balsamic vinegar ----- fast forward to this afternoon ---- a hunk of overly crispy (burnt) bread with the same mount of luscious cheese in practically straight balsamic vinegar (ughhh). The St.Louis BBQ Cola ribs were grisly, overly coated with a artificially over-sweetened sauce, and dismissively boring garlic fries. My friends dish, to be fair, was slightly better-- but not much-- coated in practically store bought Alfredo sauce, these poor ravioli's drowned far before they were served. The only thing that could make this mediocre meal acceptable would have been copious amounts of good alcohol and good service! This was also in short supply! I'm a slutty princess for a blue-cheese stuffed olive dirty martini with grey goose, which I have always been able to get, as they can just hand stuff the olives!!! ( I know I know how this sounds) but it's so good and ensures a good tip! when asked, the idea was smartly snapped down, and said "was not possible!" following a bearly acceptable martini, and glass of Zinfandel (not white zin kids, this girl knows how to drink) and a boring creme brulle we adjourned. To where I was surprised I was so distressed, that an hour and $50 a person poorer later I literally lost my lunch! Now don't think me heartless for ripping this restaurant to small napkin shreds, there food was once quite good- visions of creamy blue cheese polenta, wonderful service, jalapeno martini's and perfectly cooked lamb are a REAL but DISTANT memory! So lift a glass to a dead novelty that is now more commercialization infested with Lowery's seasoning salt than a Epicurean experience, if we are lucky a reincarnation of this Sacramento Legend will prove me wrong!