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| - Uggghhh. All I can say about this place. However, we never made it past the initial beer so I can't rate the food. Strolled out of the Delta Chelsea Hotel hungry and thirsty and the entrance appeal was right up our alley and entering the pub further piqued my senses, but that it where it came to a screeching halt.
My boy and I bellied up to the bar and waited for service...and waited...and waited...and now became uncomfortable. It wasn't that busy and all it would take from the lazy bar keep (we'll just call him Baldy) would be the 2 second eye contact of a "I'll be right with you" but no, he went about his side work duty - apparently that's more important then dislodging cash from my wallet.
When Baldy eventually greeted us it was no cordial greeting just a "what do you want?" I asked what draft beers were available and he shoots me a "Hey DUMBA$$ their n front of you" but actually never verbalizes what they are. Now I'm far from a DUMBA$$, as far as I believe but do have the $$ to spend, but moreover, the taps are visually obscured and also unfamiliar to me. So I ask "can you tell me what they are?" and he returns, There on the board and points at a chalkboard on the wall with the sloppy written selections that I actually had to get out of my seat and walk over to read. REALLY?!?! Seriously dude? You can't just tell me? Further exacerbating the disconnect I had the audacity to ask a question about one of them and got "It's local" great for that nugget. Eventually just said give me anything. I further got pissed when we got the comment "You guys American huh."
Now we were planning on eating and I asked if they were serving food and Baldy says "Yes" but doesn't explain any further or give us a menu. That was it. Third strike and your out Baldy. That's a reference to American Baseball, Baldy if you don't understand the Stupid American reference. Left this place rather pissed off. Wandered down the street to The Barberian's Steakhouse and had a fantastic time with a fantastic staff.
To Baldy - you got $2 tip. Cool bartender at B Steak got a fat $60 tip. Why? Because he was cool, upsold and made us feel comfortable.
To Firking Owner - you got $12. The hipster owner at B Steak got $180. Why? Because his staff have all been there for over 20 years or more - says something huh? How do I know this? Because they ALL talked to us. ALL of them as they got their drinks from the service well. Cool dudes.
Both of you should go over there with a notebook and take notes, or read my review of them soon to be published. Until then, hopefully other stupid Americans will read this and wander down the street for a good time.
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