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Today's trip to Red Robin was frustrating. I had Mom and Dad with me today, out for a late valentines date.
We were greeting only after my dad said hello to the Hostess. She was too busy blowing up balloons to say hello.
Our server was quickly at our table, and slow to bring the wrong drinks. My dads a diabetic, and she brought him sweetened peach tea, after he asked multiple times if it was unsweetened. Whatever. She eventually got it right.
She takes our order from memory. (She also forgot to introduce herself, so she's fortunate that her name isn't smeared throughout this review.) I HATE when servers do that. You're not gonna remember everything. Our food comes out and dads fries are on moms plate, mom doesn't have her spicy sauce on the side, and my burger that was supposed to be pink, is well done. There's also only five fries on my plate. So, I placed a reorder.
Ten minutes later, no fries. Dads ready for more, too. She's over at the bar, on her phone. Sorry, I use my phone a lot, but never in front of the people I work with, or does it deter me from doing my job. This girl was Candy Crushing something serious when I walked over to the bar, and asked about the fries. "Oh, I didn't know you wanted more!", was her response. Again, whatever.
The manager comes out with the fries in what seems like a millisecond. He tosses them on the table, ignores our empty drinks and goes away with no interaction.
I always wonder why you wait for an eternity here. They're never busy. Their parking lot is basically just overflow for Mitchell's.
I'll say it a third time, as never go back to homestead, whatever.
Happy Eating, Just not here!
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