By Lindsay Toler
By Chad Garrison
By Brett Koshkin
By RFT Staff
By Lindsay Toler
By Riverfront Times
By Danny Wicentowski
By Pete Kotz
CAFE, NOVEMBER 11, 2010
TO MARKET, TO MARKET
Market Pub House is marketing at its best: When it comes to good food reviews and good writing, I used to look to the RFT ["Near Beer," Ian Froeb]. I can tell you after this article, I won't anymore.
Something I never could quite grasp is why critics and reviewers always focus on the negative. Sure, it's fun and probably a lot easier than trying to find the good in the bad, but it is surely not the sign of a good writer. Your pub bashing is way out of line. You poke fun at the Market Pub House for naming dishes like the "Glee Club" and "Da Kraken." I'm sorry, but this is marketing at its best. I know I would surely look twice at a menu that said "Da Kraken" versus "Fried Calamari." At least "Da Kraken" doesn't make you feel like you're going to eat something that will lead to high cholesterol.
Furthermore, you failed to mention any of the truly great things about the pub. On Sundays, there is a huge drum circle out on the extended patio. Who wouldn't want to sit while listening to some great beats from St. Louis natives? My point is, you took what amounted to a glance at Market Pub House and completely missed what is being offered by that establishment. I'll trust my own instincts and taste buds instead of chewing on what some newspaper tells me is good.
Cindy, via the Internet
6655 Delmar Blvd.
University City, MO 63130
Region: Delmar/ The Loop
We only get one complaint: I love reading these half-assed reviews people give. In his article, the writer complains about how "generic" this place is and then completely rips apart the few attempts at creativity on the menu. Yeah, the jokes are corny, but pick one complaint and stick to it.
I've been to the Market Pub House quite a few times, and while it didn't blow my mind, the food was good. Like, surprisingly good. The nachos were the best I've ever had, and there's usually a nice and surprising special of the day. I don't understand how you can bitch and moan about how the Loop is getting so commercialized and then rip apart a place that, as you yourself admit, makes most things from scratch. Not to mention it's an owner-operated restaurant. Get off your high horse, turn off the Food Network for one second (it'll be there when you get back), eat some greasy nachos and watch a football game, for Christ's sake.
Leela, via the Internet
It's constructive criticism: Cindy is definitely someone with a vested interest in this place. Customers don't remember enough to run through her sales pitch. The reviewer was right on target with his critique, in my opinion. His review sounds eerily similar to my thoughts on the place.
I have been there once, and we sat at the bar for ten minutes before anyone acknowledged us, much less waited on us. I ordered the corned-beef sandwich and an order of fries to share with the person I was with. He ordered the burger. Thirty minutes later we got our food. His burger was overdone and cold. I was given the Reuben, which was a cold, soggy mess. The bread was like gel, and there was no way to pick it up. The fries, at $3, were an undersized order for what you got — and also cold.
With so many other great options in the Loop, I won't be going back anytime soon. Hopefully the owner of the business uses this review to straighten up his staff and get this mess fixed. The Loop needs a good sports bar. At this time, the Market Pub House isn't it.
B, via the Internet
FILM SIDEBAR, NOVEMBER 11, 2010
A film worth watching: I can't agree more with your appraisal of Keach's performance in Fat City ["Stacy Keach: An Appreciation," Dennis Brown]. It was a revelation. So was Jeff Bridges' performance as Ernie Munger, the young boxer who seeks career advice from Billy Tully (Keach's character). Too bad most people have never heard of Fat City or will ever get a chance to see it. It's truly one of the greatest, if most depressing, films of the 1970s. If there ever was a film that defines the term "overlooked masterpiece," it is Fat City.
Mike Fitzgerald, via the Internet