When this restaurant first opened, it was very good. Since then it has been going steadily downhill. The last few times we went there, I kept saying we weren't going back because we were always disappointed. This was no exception.
We went this past weekend and it was the last straw. We were seated, drink order was taken and we waited quite awhile until another waitress stopped by and asked if we wanted drinks. We told her we had already given our order to another waitress. Shortly we got our drinks and placed our order. We went up to the salad bar and the lettuce looked like something that was pulled out of the field behind the restaurant. I asked if they had any other lettuce and the girl said no, that's all they had. I then pulled out a little bit of lettuce, went through the rest of the salad bar and sat down. She then came to our table and told me they were getting other lettuce. Really? If I'd have known that, I would've waited to get my salad! We began to eat and, out of nowhere, this loud awful sound, what I think was supposed to be music, came out of the speakers. We couldn't figure where it was coming from and then realized there was a party of sorts in a side room. It can only be described as extremely poor, karaoke type "music", and reminded me of what a honky-tonk bar would be like. It was so loud you couldn't hear across the table. This is not acceptable for a relaxing dinner on a Friday night. Perhaps for a local hole in the wall bar, but not for what you expect here.
We got our food. My mother's fried oysters were so overcooked and hard that you couldn't stab them with a fork. My "onion straws" for the fatty steak were not crispy, but very soggy. After a while the waitress (I think it was one of the owners) came and asked if everything was ok and I mentioned the oysters. She said she was wondering about them when she brought them out and did we want them to make more. I said yes, but we'd like them to go. If she knew the oysters were unacceptable, why not take care of it before serving them to customers? I guess it's because most people would not speak up and just take what they put on the plate. When the oysters were finally ready, I asked for "to go" boxes for the rest of the food so we could get out of there. At this point, I could barely stand to be in there another minute with the screeching coming from the other room. It might have been more tolerable if the noise was turned down a few hundred decibels.
I try to support local businesses but this is one place that I've given way too many chances. I've wasted too much money here!
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