"Have you ever been to a place where you remembered being amazing and it just fell apart? Time Out Tavern is a shadow of his former self. They have closed their kitchen for redesign for an indefinite time, and they are currently serving what can best be described as a cafeteria food. My friend ordered pork chops, and she got two plates of something that was barely recognizable two-quarter inch thick pieces of meat so she boils at the edges, which served with gel-like brown engraving and insipid green beans that cooked their color from too long. The only thing that was edible was her salad. The other options weren't much better... Meat loaf, a gummy grilled chicken lures, and some other things I can't remember. There's nothing on the menu for a vegetarian. I'm an omnipresent, but one of my friends is. In some nights they obviously have food trucks, but that was not an option tonight. Your menu said they allowed Domino's pizza delivery, but wait after almost an hour until pizza is delivered for all our table, the manager swept in and quickly told me that we don't allow it. It wasn't a gentle correction. I would have understood, "Hey guys. I'm sorry, but we don't allow Domino's pizza to be delivered by 10:00. I know it says you can have Domino on our menu, but if you really read it, it is not allowed until after 10 a.m..” The way they have listed it on the temporary menu is confusing. We had six professionals at our table, and we were all shocked. We were still shocked as he corrected me. He said, "You can't have that. Dominos is not allowed until 10.” He bordered Rude. Honestly, we would have left and spent the money for drinks elsewhere, but we decided to support a business that we loved during their transition and settled for Dominos. At least they would make their money on drinks. I can't imagine they're making a lot of money on food, especially with the bare options. If I say there's nothing that speaks on her menu, I don't mean anything. Iceberg salad with boiled meat. Macaroni and cheese with what seemed like business bought elbow pasta swimming in aqueous cheese sauce, the soup resembled more than macaroni and cheese. The bright spot was our waitress. She was brilliant and on site with drinks. I usually don't order margaritas at diving bars. Mine was decent about par for the course for what I would expect from a diver. By the way, I'm not saying that divebar disparagingly. I love a good diver. The world needs more dives! We loved their appetizers. Sure, it was a fried food bonanza and nothing spectacular, but they were perfect for a happy hour after work. They were all fried cucumbers, onion rings, cheese sticks, mushrooms as well as potato skins and deviled eggs. Oh, how the powerful fell. You lost six customers tonight. She won't do that or break it. I don't know. I guess I'm writing this because I'm sad. I miss what they used to be. And the bad management just poured salt on the wound. I prefer salt on the edge of my margarita or shot tequila, which I will buy elsewhere from now on."