Entrance to Fox & Hound. ©2008 Doug Rivers.

Entrance to Fox & Hound. ©2008 Doug Rivers.

After toying with the new laptops at the Apple Store (see the article here), Lynda and I went in search of grub. Neither of us felt like driving far, so we just tooled around to the back of Kohl’s to the Fox & Hound. We had happened onto the place a couple of years ago, I guess it has been, after finding its neighboring restaurant, Bravo! closed for some reason. Our first visit was a wonderful experience, but subsequent meals have been problematic and we hadn’t been back for awhile. You can chalk it up to laziness if you want, but we decided to give them another chance.

We pulled into their parking lot and luckily the place wasn’t crowded, so we were led to our booth without any wait. The restaurant is nothing special to look at inside, with a largish bar area in the center of the space and walled-off dining areas to the left and right of the bar area. The right side — where we have always dined — has a few tables, with booths lining three walls, a couple of loud television monitors invariably tuned to some sporting event or other and a couple of pool tables toward the back.

After an inordinately long study of our menus, a rather disinterested waiter finally came to take our orders. Lynda decided to try the Turkey Melt sandwich ($7.99). It was Club-style sandwich with chucks of roasted turkey, Applewood bacon, tomato (very pallid-looking ones, by the way) and Monterrey Jack cheese on sourdough bread with a couple of pickle chips skewered to to the top of each half of the sandwich. It also comes with a small side of steak fries.

Lynda's Turkey Melt sandwich. ©2008 Doug Rivers.

Lynda's Turkey Melt sandwich. ©2008 Doug Rivers.

I didn’t feel much like a sandwich or a burger and it was rather late for me to be loading up on one of the major entrées, so I opted for one of their ziti dishes as I had tried one on an earlier visit and had liked it, so I ordered the Ziti Alfredo ($8.39). The menu touted it as a Better Mac ‘n Cheese, with ziti tossed in their Parmesan cream sauce and smothered in Mozzarella cheese, baked till the cheese is browned and served with their Garlic Parmesan flatbread. 

My order of Ziti Alfredo. ©2008 Doug Rivers.

My order of Ziti Alfredo. ©2008 Doug Rivers.

After the waiter brought out the orders, he immediately went MIA. I also noticed that the flatbread was missing from my order. I kept waiting for him to reappear, but alas, after several minutes I had to give up and flag over another waiter to go find him. When he sauntered out a bit later, I informed him of the problem and he got mildly defensive and said that the dish didn’t come with any sides, I snapped, “bring me the menu,” and he left in a bit of huff to only have to return in a minute later to tell us that he would bring out the flatbread in a minute. By the time he had brought out this small triangle of flatbread about twice the size of a Dorito chip, I was well past the halfway point of finishing my meal. As the waiter once again disappeared, I picked up the bread and tried to bite it and found that is was stale to the point of being more rock chip than flatbread — I could barely break it with my hands, much less chew it.

I asked Lynda how her sandwich was and she said it was OK, but she wasn’t all that enthusiastic about it. My ziti on the other hand was pretty pathetic. Rather than having the ziti tossed with the sauce, they had just placed a very small dollop of it on top of the ziti and covered it over with cheese in hopes that I wouldn’t notice. The pasta around the edge was dried out and hard and fully two-thirds of the ziti under the cheese had not a hint of sauce on it or even a nodding acquaintance with it. No amount stirring was going to stretch the small amount of sauce I had at my disposal to coat the pasta with enough to impart much flavor to the dish. Complaining to our waiter about it only elicited a shrug, like it was no big deal and certainly didn’t bring an offer to fix the problem, send the manager over or anything else. 

This was one of the worst dining experiences Lynda and I have had in Louisville, if Lynda’s order had been anything less than “OK”, they would have gotten ZERO stars from us!

3 out of 10 stars.

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