Checked back in tonight because every restaurant in the area was packed for the world series. Melt was a ghost town. The bartender (and I use that term loosely) spoke like he was in a huge rush to be somewhere else. "Hey guys, need menus?" And runs away. Rushed us through our order and when ever he asked us if we needed anything or how our food was it was as he was rushing buy, not even stopping for an answer. Again, the place was empty so why such the rush? The best part: his pants were around his knees, we got to look at his underwear the whole meal! The lack of professionalism shows just how little the management cares.