..... without the ambiance. We went today for blunch. I had the Pork Belly Banh Mi, which was delicious, and my husband had the Grass-Fed Beef Burger, which he said was quite good. We both had the pommes frites (which are French fries only fancier). The prices were well above average for similar fare elsewhere. I was a bit downhearted when the host seated us at a tiny table smack-dab between a party of four and two, respectively. There was about an 18-inch space between the tables, and with the cacophony at the restaurant at a fevered pitch, our seatmates had to raise their voices to be heard over the restaurant din. We were unwilling participants in their loud personal conversations, prisoners hemmed in by protruding knees and elbow-spread, not knowing where to look or how to hide. Our waitperson was of the vanishing kind; she was all over us and then when we needed her most (where's our food, and the check, please!) she was nowhere to be found. We suffered in silence. Luckily, my husband and I have developed a non-verbal code when we know things are out of our control: we tap each other's foot, pivot our heads, and catch the waitperson's wandering eye. When it works, it's great, because we can get our bill, pay it and leave. Such was the case at Great Maple.
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