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| - Holy crapola. I keep trying to give these people a chance, I am positive the owners have no idea the workers are just not good, but I tried the dining area, coming in single to try to watch my Blackhawks, not being served by one, two, three different waitresses; actually reminding one I knew that I was here and needed service only to be told, 'Ive got the big table, I'll get someone." Nope. So I decided to play it safe and begin dining at the bar. Frick and Frack(the bald guys) make eye contact, I look at the guy sitting next to me who noticed it too, 'we sitting on the wrong side?' he asked. The skinny skin head served a drink facing the entrance and all he had to do is turn to his left and there we were, and there we've been. Nope. Chicago native, huge fan of Chicago sports, but holy crap, what a joke. One Star for the name.
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