This trip... not so much.
We were there a bit after 5; prime happy hour time. And it was empty; only one group besides our party. Yet the service was glacially slow - the waitress seemed to be more interested in chatting with the cook than doing her job.
Once we got her attention, we placed our order. And waited longer. A burger and a salad should not take 20 minutes to prepare. Hopefully it'll be worth the wait.
Well, it wasn't.
Something was amiss with the beef; it had a peculiar flavor. I ate about a third of it and decided not to risk gastric disturbance. The side of new potatoes was very good, though. My companion's salad was disappointing as well. Served in a smallish bowl, it only held about a half-bowl of salad. Nothing memorable about it otherwise.
When we asked for our check, the waitress noticed that I'd not eaten much of the burger. She asked if I enjoyed my burger. "No. It was horrible, and the flavor was off." was my reply.
In 90% of cases, the offending item will be removed from the bill. Not at Market Street. Apparently customer satisfaction isn't a major concern; heck, the waitress had to get back to her conversation with the cook, and thankfully doing her job didn't get in the way.
What was good? The room is very nice; it's an old, narrow building, and has a cozy atmosphere. If the food and service improved, it would be a great spot.
Until then... pass.
Completely agree with you on this one. I once loved Market Square's magical griddle and all the happiness it brought. No more. Recently, we had a similar experience to yours. Food was off and made me fear "gastric disturbance" as you so appropriately put it. Service was a calamity. Nobody was even cleaning the tables in between guests. On our dirty table went a glass with someone else's lipstick on it. Eww. The waitress was too busy flirting with some loud, drunken, middle-aged men at the bar to address the issue or to be bothered to do anything. Sad.
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