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| - oh my, where to begin?
This was a pretty dang bad dining experience. unfortunately, it wasn't a lot of the 'just a bad night' kind of things...it was poor management and incredibly horrible product.
let's begin, shall we?
First of all, it was late. I was heading home from a gig and there's not a lot open for food at that hour (10:30-11pm). We saw a Montanas in the same area, and we like Montanas, but decided that we'd try Lone Star as a change.
i dropped in quickly to make sure they were still open, even tho the sign outside said they were open till midnight. (Hey, things change, etc...late night is never a guarantee)
Not a single employee to be found. A few patrons. Some loud hip hop being cranked on the stereo system. No servers, no bartenders, no one at the counter...I looked around the restaurant (didnt' just stay at the front desk). Finally I saw a server clearing a table and practically had to run after her she was so uninterested in what was going on. "Yeah, they're open for another hour"
Great...so we park, come in. Restaurant is closed but could we eat int eh bar. sure. One table available...underneath the speakers. Cranking that same horrible hip hop/urban pop.
Nevermind, we're hungry.
It was only a little annoying when the server/bartender (an elvish little number, with CFM cut offs, boots and basically a redneck Hooters look) decided to fall into her obviously well rehearsed semi-flirtatious litany of quick bar choices. I mean, she was a little too flirty for 2 obviously gay men ( aka we were dressed better than the rest of the guys in there, trimmed our nose hairs, and went to the gym).
Nevermind, we're hungry.
Bartender makes a crack about her DM being there, else she would join us for a margarita. She made this crack to every other table within earshot, incidentally.
Curiously enough, we figured out who the DM was: the loud obnoxious drunk guy in the bar with his buddies partying. Delightful!
Waitress who delivered our food dumped a whole bowl of sauce on my partner. He was wearing a brand new Under Armour shirt. They brought him plenty of 'moist towlettes'....okay, finally a wet washcloth. yup, it was ruined (which we didn't discover till we got home & soaked it). I had bought it for him cuz it was red and looked great. Nordies. Expensive. The waitress said she'd take care care of his meal. When the bill came, waitress was gone, we informed the bartender/server. The DM came back and gave us *half* off *one* of the meals.
Yeah...$6 off after ruining a shirt. Nice!
Other exciting highlights:
- Service was sporadic. we noticed that for a long period of time, the bartender/server (aforementioned provocatively dressed female), the DM and 2 of the DM's friends (a rather unseemly bunch) returned together from the back 'employees only' area of the bar. Bwahahahaha. you know, in the strange way that you immediately think of drug deals/use or sexual favours. Not saying that was going on, but the sheepish looks on faces, the body language, the innnnnteresting situation of ALL the working members of the restaurant being off the floor at the same time....? Puhleeez
- The place is Tex Mex...I had the Tijuana burrito. Someone should give their marketing people a map. I'm sure y'all know that TJ is not near Texas. If you're unaware of that fact, then I'm sure you'll miss the tidbit that TJ doesn't really enter into the scope of 'TexMex'. ("It's in Mexico", as my Canadian native partner stated (I live about 14 miles from TJ incidentally)) TexMex & TJ style Mexican food are QUITE different. durrrrrr
- Oh, and btw - The TJ burrito was nasty. It was barely seasoned ground beef. And i'm unsure how they found jalepenos that had absolutely no flavour at all, but somehow they exist. not that I was expecting a capsacin orgasm at a chain restaurant, but it was just tragically....bad.
- Random and various disturbing restaurant frights: Sticky floor, dirty tables, filthy window sills. I'm amazed we didnt' get food poisoning actually.
So, about a $60 meal, plus a shirt ruined for having our eardrums assaulted, our sensibilities accosted, insulted, required to put up with loud obnoxious drunks because of the fact he is the District Manager (!) and fed barely edible gristly crap presenting itself as "TexMex"
you'd think Texas would sue them for food slander
AVOID THIS PLACE AT ALL COSTS!
You have been warned.
No wait, it could almost be kitschy like a tragic dive bar...or the gastronomic equivalent of the Jerry Springer show. Then again, you may like the Jerry Springer show...and crappy food. Enjoy!
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