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| - When we (a party of 3) walked in, immediately the hostess told us dining in the restaurant was not an option due to the choice of clothes we wore, which was a sleeveless sport top; therefore, we were forced to sit outside on the patio.
After we were seated, momentarily our server Donna came and took our orders, this was the point where everything spiraled downhill:
1. Donna asked us what we wanted to drink, so my friend asked her what's on tap. Donna then proceeded to say "it's in the menu" in a very irritated tone; turned out there were only THREE beers on tap... was she really that lazy to simply list them? Well, I guess I'm going to be as lazy like her to tip three bucks more.
2. My other female friend was interested in the wings for their 'DOG HOT' spiciness level (which was their hottest option); my friend told her she was interested, but just wanted to ask if it was saucy or dry-spiced. Donna told her to stop asking about it and just pick the 'Hot' option, that's when I stepped in and said "NO, she can handle very spicy foods and she wanted to try the 'Hot Dog' option, so don't tell her which option to choose and just tell her if that option is saucy or dry-spiced". Donna then said "it's neither saucy or dry-spiced", which made no sense.
55 year-old looking Donna asked for our ID's since we ordered alcohol, she took one glance at my female friend's ID and said "wow, you're old" (my friend is 26 years old).
All the other tables that came and ordered after got their sweet potato fries sooner than us. They managed to finish all their appetizers when not even ONE of ours came out, it was so obvious they put the other tables at a higher priority.
After waiting for 30 - 40 minutes, our food finally came out; at this point I was super upset and did not want to dine there anymore, so I asked for 4 take-out boxes so we can pack our untouched food, pay, & go. But of course, Donna again said how that is not allowed.. she probably misunderstood me though, it's not because I'm taking advantage of their "DINE-IN Monday Wings Night Special", but it was genuinely because none of us wanted to see her face anymore LOL.
All our wings were cold/hard and our sweet potato fries tasted like cardboard sticks... at least sprinkle some salt into our basket of cardboard damn.
Overall, all three of us had a gruesome experience and paid $54 on a $52 bill, that extra two dollars was from us out of kindness in donation for her to attend attitude/personality therapy classes.
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