Look, I don't get angry often. But I'm going to have to tear this place a new one.
I walked in around 7:45 on a Thursday night. Judging from the parking lot, wasn't a whole lot going on. Through the first door, I encountered an adorable hostess wiping down the glass. Rather than think of ways to flirt with her, I should have considered her activity as being the only thing for her to do before she clawed her own eyes out. I continued inside and, in my mind, crickets chirped louder than any sound in the place. I should have made a U-turn in the foyer.
Hopelessly roaming to the bar, I see it's a huge sausage fest. No women - apparently they are the smarter gender. This place felt like an old saloon in a ghost town. I sat at the empty bar next to a solitary mumbling beer drinker, and I requested a whiskey. That was the end of the mediocre experience; it all went to $h*t after that.
Menu sucks. No two ways around that. One or two things look like they might stand a 50-50 on being edible, and the rest you can gauge just from the chintzy environment. Naturally, I didn't order those items. I ordered the special - "1/2 rack of ribs, baked beans, <mumble mumble>" - sure, whatever, I'll try it. Christ...
Salad shows up mounding over on the plate with a solitary cherry tomato. A small, overfilled metal cup of citrus vinaigrette Lysol dressing came with it. The dressing spilled as I tried to remove it from my plate, so I was committed to my new antibacterial salad. I dealt with as much as I could, then pushed it aside. About ten minutes later, my "special" arrived. It looked as good as it tasted...like it came straight out of a can. Beans were cold. Baked potato came without butter, sour cream, salt, or pepper. Cold slaw - who the F said anything about cold slaw? And the ribs... After eating one with my hands, I concluded that they were not worth the effort. So I performed speed-eating with a fork to choke it all down. My mind insisted it was cat or raccoon.
Lack of servers. It was just the bartender, running Indian sprints around all the tables and vanishing right when you go to ask for something. There was another server there, but she was behind the scenes, running plates out to the few occupied tables. I wish I'd just stuck with the whiskey, ate free bar limes, and flirted with the hostess.
I finished my meal in a hurry and got out of there like it was burning down. This place needs a Gordon Ramsey visit or something. I will never be back, will even go to great lengths to avoid walking or driving through the parking lot. Hope they can figure something out.
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