There’s a whole renaissance (haha) happening at Plymouth Meeting Mall lately. They’ve built a bunch of new buildings with a bunch of chain restaurants. They’re also building out the largest Whole Foods in Pennsylvania. I guess the good thing is having some additional lunch options. While at PF Chang’s, we noticed the Redstone American Grill next door. Noone had ever heard of it before. With a need to escape the office, we decided to try it out. The place is pretty big, dimly lit, and seems to cater to the button down shirt and khaki work crowd. It’s not hip or young. You could see older middle management in suits hanging out here and getting steaks. Oh, and the place is so not cheap.

R went with one of their overpriced sandwiches – pastrami. She said it was good, but a bit too greeasy. And it wasn’t overstuffed with meat either. Redstone, where is this $14 coming from?

Both D and I went with the redstone burger, which came with cheese, apple wood smoked bacon, and barbecue sauce. I also got the optional grilled onions, which were red onions. A nice touch. This burger was huge, and there wasn’t enough bbq sauce on it, so when I asked for a side of bbq sauce, she brought me out a gravy boat full. It was glorious. It also came with fries, and I did like these fries quite a bit. Thinly sliced, crispy, delicious. The burger was pretty good too. A little difficult to eat since it was was practically six inches high. Service was fine, but it did take a hella long time for our food to come out. The food was ok, but like I said, rather pricey. It’s a lot, especially for lunch, especially only for a sandwich or a burger. Will I be back? Eh, not necessarily. Once may have been enough for me. I’m not convinced it’s worth it.

So we went to the Good Dog the other night and did not get the burgers. How was that? Probably a mistake. I mean the non-burger food was still good, but nowhere in the dreamy category as the burgers. I was slightly bummed that we didn’t get to sit in a booth, as it was early, but not early enough to score one. We got stuck all the way in the front of the place in a table, that doesn’t seem to quite be a table. But what are you gonna do?

After agonizing over deciding between the smoked chicken quesadillas and the duck pot pie, J went nuts and made a last minute switcheroo to the mac and cheese. So this mac and cheese was quite good, but I wholeheartedly agree that there should be an option to get mac and cheese as a side. At Good Dog this is not an option, and it really should be. It’s not a very big portion that you get either, and this is an entree. So Good Dog, I implore you, make this a side dish! It’s a light cheese mixture, topped with corn flakes. The corn flakes are a nice touch. It’s served with a blueberry corn muffin. That was good too, but it also seems a bit random.

While I heart their burgers, I also went crazy and did not get one. I went with the pulled pork sandwich. It was ok, but I felt the pulled pork was too shredded (not really pulled or chopped seeming) and it wasn’t quite wet enough for me. The roll was great though, brioche, toasted, with sesame seeds. The fries were heavenly as usual. It also came with apple slaw, which was tangy and strange. Service was ok, as usual. Nothing great, but nothing bad. But next time, I’ll stick with the burgers.

We stopped by the M Room to see a friend’s band. The band’s not worth writing about, but the club sandwich is! I’d already eaten, but K was starving. While waiting for a menu, she saw someone else’s uneaten turkey club and it looked so good, she had to have it. And sure, she was absolutely famished, and maybe that’s why she loved it so much, but even after her starvation wore off, she still liked it. It was a very good club sandwich. I did eat a bunch of the fries, and I totally loved these fries. Seasoned fries, crispy, not greasy. I’m a fan of these. They have a pretty big and extensive menu, as well as daily specials. If I ever go back there, I’ll be sure to eat a proper meal.
Our bartender was really nice. It was his last night working there as he is getting ready to sell his soul and go back to the law degree that he never took advantage of. So a couple of years from now, if you ever meet a heavily tattooed lawyer who looks like a german soldier from WWII, then it might be him.