Don’t Ever Ask Me To Go To Wheatfields

Don’t ever ask me to go to Wheatfields. I’m going on record right now as saying I’m done with the place. Some people really like it and I don’t mean to disparage the place, but I’m done. That’s it.

I haven’t really wanted to eat dinner or lunch there in years. I tried it quite a few times, and though nothing was really wrong with the place, I just didn’t care for it. The food was okay, but I was always mildly disappointed in it. I’d have to describe it as Midwestern comfort food, but without any real flair. It would fill you up, but it just didn’t seem to be worth the experience to me. Frankly, it seemed like a pricier version of Garden Cafe, and I didn’t much care for that either. If I need to be fed, there are cheaper options. If I want an experience, Wheatfields doesn’t seem to be able to provide it. Either way, it’s not for me.

The final straw food wise for me was the fondue I had years ago, dinner not dessert. I don’t know if they still do it this way, but this is the way it was served to me: cold cheese. Cold cheese that was liquid at room temperature. I was done with their main menu items. It disgusted me, though others may have liked it. I just would not have called that fondue.

Regardless, I remained open to desserts there for a while, just not meals. However, this weekend killed that.

I went with some friends to Wheatfields for dessert. I had a bit of a problem deciding, since they have seemingly hundreds of dessert items on their menu, many of which are not in any way self-explanatory, and no descriptions at all. You could go up front and look at the case, or ask the waitress, or guess, but that really became a lot of work. I got sick of trying and just picked something. That should still work, right?

Wrong. Twenty minutes or so later (we only ordered dessert), the waitress brought out the desserts my friends ordered. That was the point she decided to tell me that they were out of what I ordered. I faced having to decide again, having to ask for yet more descriptions and such, and just decided to scrap it. Besides, my friends were already eating. By the time I decided and the waitress brought me something new, my friends would be done. It might have worked if someone had told me they didn’t have my item earlier, but this was too much. I was done.

As such, I just sat and watched my friends eat dessert and silently swore that I would never again return to Wheatfields. It may be picky, but this was just the final straw. When I get annoyed each and every time I go to a place, at some point I’ll just swear off going. I have reached that point for Wheatfields.