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| - I went to Doc's for a comedy show a few nights ago. I had high hopes on walking in. The room was really nice. Big leather booths in the back and lots of tables, including tables for 2, with plenty of space in between them. That actually matters to me. I don't like to be too close to strangers. Hell I don't like to be too close to my friends half the time either, which explains a lot about my social life.
When we came in we weren't sure where to sit, but asked at the front and were told to sit anywhere we like. We chose a booth. Not long after, the hostess came by and asked who had seated us there. I think maybe she would have preferred we sit at a small table, but she was very accommodating. This is where the beginning of a night full of "I don't have my shit together" employees began.
Several parties were coming through the restaurant, but there was no one at the door to collect the cover charge. Two gals next to us ASKED their server if there was a cover, and the server basically said "I guess not if you came through the restaurant." They asked a second time about paying and were told "I don't think they charge cover until 11." That makes perfect sense, right? Charging cover after the show is over. It made me wonder how much money was lost that night.
Our server was certainly no better. I ordered a "honey deuce" (grey goose, chambord, and lemonade) off their drink menu. The server looked at me confused and left. About 10 minutes later, he comes back empty-handed and asks again what I had ordered. At that time, we ordered dinner. We had come pretty early (about 45 minutes before show time) to minimize service issues. It didn't work. Our appetizers were a little slow, but not too bad. The presentation was very nice, but unfortunately, that was all they had going for it. The salmon croquettes were too salty, and frankly tasted like a frozen product. The southern shrimp we ordered grilled, and while tasty, it was just shrimp with an average cocktail sauce. What was unappealing was paying $9.99 for 4 shrimp.
After our appetizer plates were cleared, we waited for an entree we were going to split. And waited. And waited. It was pretty clear it was never coming. Finally the server came by and told my husband something about the order, blaming the kitchen. Blaming the kitchen doesn't work for me. Had the server been paying attention to our table, he would have discovered the problem at least 15-20 minutes earlier. But the Miles Bayou Chicken did finally arrive ("Chicken Breast rolled in shrimp and vegetables, wrapped with maple bacon, crusted with black peppercorn, served with a sweet black butter rum sauce"). Doesn't that sound good? I suggest you savor the description, that was the best part of it. I don't even recall there being shrimp involved with this dish. The chicken was sliced and didn't taste like fresh chicken. It tasted more like the chicken breasts you can buy frozen that have water added. The entree wasn't horrible, just not nearly as good as it sounded.
Perhaps the service is better in the restaurant, but I wasn't pleased enough with the food to go back for dinner. I wouldn't hesitate, however, to go back for entertainment. We did have a good time in spite of its shortcomings, and there is a Dairy Queen right across the street.
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