The Wayfarer Restaurant: or Why I Hate TripAdvisor

Although the beer was good and came at frequent intervals, none of the food we had was memorable and the service was really, really slow. The razor club was a culinary war crime. Wonderful large razor clams were somehow tortured into a patty and then deep-fried into hockey puck-level toughness, served with uncrispy bacon, limp lettuce, cardboard masquerading as tomatoes, all on a soft and soggy “ house made” hamburger bun. Now that’s real eatin’.

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