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| - Even though I live in the neighborhood, I have never gone to this neck of the street. I saw in the NOW that it was open mic night and apparently it happens a couple of times a week, I think. I really liked the decor and I spent the better part of the night admiring it. It is attached to the Old Spaghetti Factory and another pub, they all share the same bathroom. And on the way to the can there is also interesting decor to look at.
Thank goodness that I only ordered the fries, they were so terrible that I can only imagine what the rest of the food is like. They were advertised as 'spiced'. NOT. No spice was ever involved in the making of those fries. They were limp and I think they were fresh cut because McCain would have at least cut off the mold before packaging them. An hour after eating them I almost vomited right there. (I rarely vomit) I had to suck it back. Gross. It was served in this cool looking, metal slated, cone, with wax paper to hold the fries in. Unfortunate, that is all it could hold in, definitely not the vinegar which ran out the bottom immediately after adding it and then all over the table. Took me a few minute to figure out where all the 'water' was coming from.I sopped up as much as i could with a napkin and then after my fries, I switched tables until it dried bc the waitress didn't wipe the table. The waitress didn't ask me how my meal was, which is a good thing, or I would have told her, oh yeah. She was a good waitress and no complaints at all. She also tended the bar and I watched her make sure that everyone was taken care of in a timely manner all night. The 'only' sugar free drink, is water.
The manager came over to take my order, I guess because I didn't order fast enough and was taking up a seat in an almost empty bar. Sorry dude, I was busy and ordering was not a priority for me. He seemed kind of abrupt and his attitude toward me felt unwelcoming. I also watched him with the other customers during the night and he was smiling , laughing and friendly with them. Maybe it was the hideous wart on my nose, oh wait, I don't have a hideous wart on my nose. I guess i will never be sure why he treated me like the plague. Well not the plague 'cause his gut was right up against my table, but you get the idea...
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