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| - This place is a NIGHTMARE. Let me preface this review by saying I grew up (and still live right around the corner) from Mulligan's. I've worked in the restaurant business for half my life as a cook, waiter, manager, host... you name it, I did it. Last night was the most uncomfortable and disrespected I've ever been at a business.
After dinner and a show to celebrate my girlfriend's birthday, our group decided to stop at Mulligan's for one drink before we all went our separate ways. It's 11:30 at night, and from the moment you walked in, the smell of a mop bucket was over powering. Not my favorite smell while eating or drinking, but I get it, the place has got to be cleaned up towards the end of the night. It soon became apparent why the place smelled like you had just been through the mop bucket's wringer. The staff here had 2 unattended mop buckets just sitting in the dining room. After my girlfriend's mom said that the smell was really starting to bother her, I asked the staff if there's anyway they could just get these smelly things away from us since nobody is using them. This was the beginning of the insanity.
The staff took great offense to this request. It's not like we were asking them to stop cleaning, or to work later. We just wanted them to pull the unused mop bucket out of the dining room (3ft away from us), so that the smell was not so overwhelming. We were ignored. The next thing I know, the kitchen door is whipped open and the cook pushes it CLOSER to us, and uses it to prop open the kitchen door. The door holds open by itself, you don't even need a door stop. So this employee was clearly trying to make some point to us by slamming doors and shoving the issue we were having right in our faces. I asked him again, "Is there anyway we can get this thing away from the table?". Ignored.
Now it's time to get the manager, and get this resolved. We flag her down, and we explain what is going on. While I'm talking to her, the cook bursts out from the kitchen again and says "This guy (me) doesn't like the smell in here. Why don't you get the F*** out?!". My jaw dropped. A gasp let out from the other guests at our table. This became a circus in an instant.
Our party's age ranged from 30-70, there were 8 of us or so. We weren't being rude or unreasonable by any means. We all look at the manager, Melinda, to see what is going to happen next. Clearly, this is not normal or safe behavior by anybody. Melinda proceeds to explain that it was us that was out of line! I've never been so blown away. I felt like I was in some bizarre trashy nightmare.
This isn't the only bar that Jay Wright owns around here. I've actually waited on him, and his wife a few times, they are nice people. With that being said, the staff at this bar does not reflect the values of our community. Bullying and intimidation have no place in the hospitality business, or in our neighborhood. Please do us all a favor Mr. Wright, let your staff know that it's not appropriate to treat people so disrespectfully. This was the last time I will ever step foot in Mulligan's.
WHAT A NIGHTMARE.
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