Three of us walked in and waited at the hostess booth because the sign said to wait to be seated. After a few minutes, a guy walked up and asked us if we needed anything. Umm, yeah..how about a table, duh! He took us down a hallway past some really gross benches that needed to be reupholstered (and who needs to sit in a narrow, dark hallway?) to a back room and seated us at a table. We were the only ones in this room. The chalkboard had the weekly specials so when the waitress stopped at our table, I inquired about the Thursday beer specials and she said that those specials were from last week. Okaaaayyyy. No one there has considered erasing the board in how many days??? So when I asked her what the current specials were, she said she didn't know and she would have to ask. Sigh. Why doesn't the manager inform his staff what the specials are before the start of each shift? Everytime we asked her another question about alcohol, she said she didn't know. Oh boy. We settled on gin and tonics and they were served in small PLASTIC CUPS. What???
We ordered the usual stuff...burrito this, quesadilla that. It was just ok and the guacamole tasted like it wasn't fresh made.
Looking around, we noticed just how dirty the place was. Ick...the air vents needed wiping down....there were holes in the floor. No pride of ownership there. We joked and said that this place would give John Taffer from Bar Rescue a heart attack.