The significant other (henceforth referred to as SO) and I had read positive reviews of this place and decided to try it out after a 'study date'. When we arrived we each had backpacks in hand because I am somewhat paranoid about leaving valuables in my car. I was not particularly hobo-sexual this evening, but homeless or not if I have money to spend at your establishment you should suck it up and treat me the same as the next guy; I digress.
The hostess informed us there would be a wait for a table even though there were clearly a plethora of neat and tidy tables ready to accommodate us. We sat in chairs in the entryway by the hostess stand and waited patiently for several minutes. This was fine for the first 10 minutes, but after that one of the servers came and asked the hostess if we were waiting to be seated. She remarked to him something along the lines of, "oh no, they're fine." Which is roughly akin to, "Fuck that guy sitting over there waiting, he'll never get a table!"
At this point I realized that I'd been had and would never regain that 10 minutes of my life, ever. This rating is aimed squarely at the older blonde lady working hostess table. She can kiss my hairy, lice-ridden ass. That's right, my ass is so hairy that lice can not only live on it, but also thrive. (While my ass is that hairy there are no actual lice living on it. That was an empty threat meant to sensationalize my request.)