Every time I was in that area of the Valley recently, (which is on the cusp of Sherman Oaks and Encino,) I checked to see if Public School 818 had opened yet. I was really anxious to try it already, mainly because of the cute name. (There are other branches in different areas of LA, and they each have the area code after the \u201cPS\u201d part.) I figured, with a moniker like that, it will have to at least be rocking an adorable interior. You would think, wouldn’t you?<\/p>\n
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<\/a>The menu, which is where the school theme begins and ends.<\/p><\/div>\n
But outside of the menu covers looking like old-fashioned notebooks, there was nothing else appropriate to the concept.<\/p>\n
My friend Nikki and I, who have much different tastes from each other, shared three lackluster dishes. (Two were okay; they were basically just meh.) They all sounded<\/em> good, so we had high hopes.<\/p>\n But those were dashed pretty quickly.<\/p>\n Nikki asked our server to please divide the salad for us. Instead, he brought the one big salad, and not even other bowls to scoop it into! Nor utensils\u00a0for the job, even if we had<\/em> had those extra dishes.\u00a0 We had to ask three different people for the other bowls. The guy finally brought flat plates<\/em>. So, once again we asked for the individual bowls. A girl walking by finally told us they don’t have small ones. Oysh. So, we said just bring us two large, which the guy should have thought of to begin with!!! But, alas, they brought us just one. And, by the way, there was enough dressing (which we had on the side,) for just a few bites. No matter, the dressing wasn’t even good anyway.<\/p>\n This is what our fries should have looked like to begin with.<\/p><\/div>\n By the way–it was the Tuscan Chop Salad.\u00a0 Nikki did<\/em> enjoy it, except for the dressing.\u00a0 But, even though it had a bit of burrata cheese, my favorite substance on earth, I found it to be tasteless.\u00a0 And, worse than anything, there were tons of olives in it, even though they weren’t listed!!!\u00a0 I detest<\/em> olives, so they were far from a welcome surprise. And, even if I was was not an olive-eschewer, they didn’t go with the rest of the ingredients. I brought the leftovers to Mr. X who basically hated<\/em> it.<\/p>\n Nikki and I also shared the Crispy Chicken Sandwich, which was actually pretty tasty.\u00a0 But, it comes with two sauces on it, and we asked for one<\/em> of them on the side.\u00a0 Guess if it ever showed up.\u00a0 If you guessed, “Of course not,” you are correct!\u00a0 Worse than that, they left them both<\/em> off!\u00a0 The worst part of this dish was the fries. The sandwich comes with fries, if you so choose, so we asked for them to be crispy.\u00a0 But what we got were fries that were old and soggy.\u00a0 I’ve rarely had worse ones.\u00a0 I had to ask for them to be re-done, so this time, what they brought us were basically potato sticks<\/em>.\u00a0 They were definitely an upgrade, though, but they should have been done right to begin with!\u00a0 When Nikki and I leave French fries over, you know the meal not a good one.<\/p>\n <\/p>\n<\/a>