Stetson’s
17 Branson Ave.
Boise, Idaho 83705
(555) 555-7869
Price Range: $$$

REVIEWS:
Jenna M.
Chicago, IL
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“Should have known it would be a bad sign when we walked in at eight on a Tuesday and they told us it would be a 45 minute wait (I could see empty tables). Never mind that it was their opening night. Hubby gets grouchy when his blood sugar is low, so night got started off on a bad foot. We FINALLY got seated and had to wait ANOTHER five minutes for our waiter to finally show up. He was some kind of foreign and it was very hard to understand him (which he did NOTHING to alleviate). They only had a bunch of beer and wine that neither of us had ever heard of (Hubby gets grouchy when he can’t have his Michelob Ultra), so we both just got Diet Pepsi. Appetizers finally came (they didn’t even give us bread!!), the mussels were pretty good and fresh, but the cheeses on the cheese plate had all gone soft and had this gross white stuff growing on the outside. Somebody should call the health inspector about that. Entrees were fine. Didn’t get dessert because they didn’t have cheesecake (Hubby likes to get cheesecake when we go out and gets grouchy when he doesn’t get it). Didn’t tip the waiter because of his accent. Would not go back.”

Victor W.
Boise, ID
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“Terrible. Took my bbygrl here for our four month anniversary. Waiter asks to see my ID when I order a beer and I’m like, what am I, sixteen or something? Im with my bbygrl for chrissake dude, dont be askin for my ID. And, turns out, they don’t give free refills. Paid like 13 bucks for my bbygrls chicken ceaser salad, like what, ceasar raise the damn chickens himself or something? Whole things messed up dude.”
Ambrose N.
Boise, ID
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“For an Epicurean enthusiast such as myself, the opportunity to sample the fare of a new establishment of fine dining is one of the one of the most harrowing and emancipatory encounters with sublime deviation from routine. Alas, Stetson’s did little to charm my palate. The décor was an abhorrent mess of art-deco and art-nouveau pieces that clashed frightfully. My encounter with the maître d’ was terse and utterly without refinement. I felt that my dining arrangements were perfectly self-evident, yet she insisted on asking if I was dining alone or waiting on someone else. The waiter, on the other hand, was a wonderfully diverse individual with the most charming accent, and it gives me pride to see Boise finally catching up with the fine cities of Europe in terms of multicultural acceptance. The wine selection was atrocious (not a single bottle more than three years old), and the bartender made me the absolute worst Lemon Gingerini I have ever had the displeasure of being served. I ordered my Steak au Poivre medium-medium-rare and received it medium-medium (though I must say, the asparagus was steamed to perfection). I did not try the desserts because all of them contained refined sugars (they really ought to have more options available to people with diverse palates). All in all, this was not the worst dining experiences I have ever had, but I certainly won’t be going back any time soon.”
Wanda C.
Boise, ID
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“DON’T BE FOOLD, DESPITE THE NAME THIS ISNT A HAT STORE”