Many co-workers venture here for lunch or after work, but I came on a Sunday afternoon with my partner in search of good dining experience.... big mistake. Seated promptly, though we kept wondering just how close the front of the hostess' skirt was to exposing her crotch. Menu is a bit overwhelming, particularly with the addition of the breakfast dishes from DuPar Diner.
Took a good ten minutes to see a server. Nice conversation, though, with a neighboring table that had ordered "chicken wings" that appeared to have been raised by Paul Bunyan. Partner's French onion arrives, where's our flatware and napkins?! Turns out the soup is barely warm underneath the almost hardened layer of cheese. Server takes it back, returns and announces "They made you a new one!" Like the kitchen should do anything else?! Sandwiches arrive. I find the Sonoran flatbread basically has all of the condiments more or less shoved in tiny spots along the edges (not evenly distributed), and one needs to eat it with a knife and fork to keep from having it fall all over one's clothing. Partner asks for more ketchup for a hefty portion of fries. The server returns with a plate of two ramikens topped-off with ketchup which seemed rudely overzealous. I order dessert, my partner orders another beer; and we wait and wait for the beer after the pie arrives. Worse, we have to ask another server to find ours who then acts like a beer wasn't ordered.
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