Let me start off by saying that I was sort of forced to eat here. Having been here once before, I was very hesitant. It was my boyfriend's birthday and he has some sort of strange attachment to this place.
We were the first customers in on a Wednesday afternoon, but the bar quickly had another 6 tables join as there was a soccer game happening. Right off the bat, the single server looked overwhelmed. Rightfully so. But there was also a tinge of aggression in her serving style.
My boyfriend ordered the wings, I got the Irish nachos. The wings looked okay, he didn't seem to complain at all. My Irish nachos were very dry and underwhelmed in terms of adornments. What did come on top was a scant sprinkle of cheese, dried up green onions, flaccid lettuce and unpleasant looking tomatoes. On the side, small cups of salsa and sour cream. I was not pleased with my choice.
I suggested I might hit the washroom before we left and my boyfriend straight up told me not to bother and just wait until we got home. I didn't probe any further, but I can only imagine what he did not want me to experience.
The latter part of the day was spent suffering from stomach issues. Seriously.