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| - I came here with my husband & my mom a few weeks ago when we had time to kill before watching KA. The place was mildly filled, but wasn't too busy as it was early evening on a Thursday night.
We sat ourselves down and waited to get served.
And waited.
I glanced several times at the bar. There were two waitresses, one behind the bar and another on the other side, just chatting away about non-work related things. (We were close enough to hear their high-pitched conversation.) There were another two who were having a serious conversation, possibly one being reprimanded, so that's fine. There were other servers walking about but they may have been serving outside the bar to the gamblers, who knows.
We continued to wait. After about 15 minutes of not a single person even greeting us, despite seating ourselves in plain view of the bar and its servers, I told my husband to just walk up and order our drinks.
His negroni tasted like cough syrup.
My White Russian was all cream and Kahlua.
I will give them props, though, for pouring my mom a mean Diet Coke. No complaints there.
Zuri, never again.
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