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| - My lovely beau didn't want to go after a recent late night out, as he said that he has never had anything other than "the worst service ever" at Denny's. In my mind, however, Denny's is firmly tied to shiny happy family trips to Sarasota and the most awesome pancakes a little nine year old heart could wish for. Since he's so sweet, lovely beau agreed to go, though he was not what you would call enthusiastic about it "Positive manifestation yo," I responded with glee. Imagine our delight when our peppy server took our order quickly and had it correct and in front of our hungry faces in, quite literally, five minutes. The beau likes his bacon "burnt to hell," a request that is almost never met. Our convivial young waiter went so far as to ask if the bacon was burnt enough and gladly offered to replace it with crispier pieces if not. Such enthusiasm and pride in his work. At an airport Denny's. At 2am. Most restaurants near my homestead are run by apathetic, snotty high school kids who look as though they may quite possibly gut you for making them lift an entitled little finger to make your food. Or they're just really, really dumb. Not this kid - he was awesome. Well played son - if we're ever in the Cleve again we'll be back and in your section. Three stars because, I mean, it's Denny's. The booths were shredded, the bathroom was covered in pee and smelled like death, and the security guard on duty suggested that things probably get unsettling pretty often. And the bacon wasn't actually crispy enough, but it was nice that our server cared enough to ask. So, five stars for the server, three for everything else. It's also worth noting that a guy who looked just like Ronnie James Dio was at the counter, and that was awesome.
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