After walking around for what seemed like an hour, looking for dessert to end the night, Angie, Scott, Lon, and I, walked into Mama's Mudsliders. Mama's Mudsliders The menu looked like simple stuff, where you can't go wrong. Boy, were we wrong. I don't know if they were having a really off night but everything was near disastrous.

Angie ordered three flavors of ice cream. The best way I can describe the coffee was that it was dry. How you make ice cream taste dry, I don't know. The peanut butter wasn't as bad but still no one ate it after the first taste. The vanilla was the only one eaten. Lon ordered the Frozen Banana Custard with caramel walnut sauce. It had that fake banana flavor with a bitter aftertaste. Angie and Lon argued over the whether the sauce or custard was worse. By the end, the large portion was barely touched. I ordered Apple Filled Beignets, which were fried in an off-tasting oil. I never thought I would say this about a dessert, but it wasn't sweet enough for me. There was five pieces. Each person tried one and no one would eat the last one.

At this point, the waitress came over and asked if everything was ok, and we all kind of shrugged. No one wanted to tell our really nice waitress what we really thought. Lon asked her if this was a health food dessert place, and she said no. We couldn't figure out what it was but everything just tasted odd. Scott's Birch Beer Float came at the end, and it was the only normal tasting dessert.

This is the worst dining experience Lon or I have had in a very long time and it was moderately expensive. Lesson to learn: Never walk into an empty place.