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| - Yep, I'm done.
First, the dude that hosts late night (Vince?) seems completely and totally miserable. He's been like that several times now, even when my outgoing husband has tried to engage him in a convo, it's just not happening. That dude either hates life, people, his job, or all three. Not a fun way to start the night.
So we ended up there Thursday night just because I wanted the Dunkelweizen. Waitress says they don't have it, they're phasing it out, says she'll bring me a tester of a similiar one. Ok.
Comes back with another dude who says they're not phasing it out, he thinks they're just out but maybe they have an untapped keg in back. He'll go check. Next thing I know a different guy drops off a pint of some other beer. I take a few sips and it's fine, but not the dunkel and I am confused why it was given to me.
I figure I'll ask the waitress and in the meantime our apps are dropped off by yet another guy. Truffle fries tasted fine, but were cold. Hummus was weird. Couldn't figure out if it was old, over-seasoned, or had been dropped in a dirt pile and scooped back into the bowl. Kept finding weird super dark patches, so that's a no.
All this time while we're sort of eating, I am taking sips of the beer because 1. I'm thirsty and have nothing else to drink and 2. Our waitress has pulled the famous Yard House dissappearing act. She finally shows up and I ask her why I have this beer "Oh, that's the one I was telling you about that tastes like the dunkel" I said, I thought you were bringing me a tester? Blank stare from her...I say, I wouldn't have ordered this one...She says "well, I can take it away?" I said I've already had half of it while waiting for you to come back...more awkward silence and finally she says I can charge you for a shorty? I say sure, fine and she leaves
Keep in mind we never ordered dinner, and when she was at the table our fries were gone, we are not eating the hummus and she proceeds to dissappear for TWENTY minutes. We sat there, not eating, I'm not drinking (husband was drinking soda which was getting replaced by a busser, I think) and we are desperately staring down every server in the place trying to telepathically beg for the check. That is when I added my not so favorable check in because I was pissed. We finally spot our waitress and practically yell out for the check and she seems genuinely surprised (REALLY?!?!) so I guess she was super clueless about us not having an enjoyable time.
Luckily we had cash, so we could bail without waiting another 20 minutes for a credit transaction, and have vowed to never ever ever go to Yard House again.
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