I ate lunch at Hell's Kitchen on June 24, 2008, and perhaps the name alone should have kept me away. I ordered the Porridge and the Huevos Rancheros. Half way through the Rancheros I felt something sharp in my mouth. What did I discover? A STAPLE in my food. A staple, can you believe it, bent and twisted, one swallow from heading down my throat. Management couldn't explain it and offered me a gift card for a return visit. Needless to say, I declined the offer and will NEVER return.
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