...and it's to prevent injury to "staff".
Amazingly long wait times for the simplest of requests.
Food that rates up there with Halliburton institutional fare. Even their croutons were stale.
Skip the burned tortillas, under cooked seafood (ER anyone?) or the sorry practice of charging extra for another tablespoon sized serving of mystery sauce.
Granted, the floor manager did check in...once. And kudos for her. Turning one's life around so quickly upon release from the "Big House" must send the assigned parole officer straight back to his Chili's connects when the time for job placement arrives for his wards. Keep 'em coming pal...they'll blend right in.
Maybe I'm just put off that the table right next door were treated respectfully. Nah, it's because their food looked edible. Granted, from a distance. Maybe they gagged it up later as well.
And don't forget to employ their state of the art pay at the table kiosk...before you call your bank to dispute the bogus charges added.
And as I'm indulging a much deserved rant directed towards unforgivable business practice, since when is it acceptable to be seated next to a screaming 2 year old? In the bar intended for adults who not only handle their alcohol but more importantly their own offspring?
Nice work folks. You failed miserably.
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