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| - If you have ever wanted to visit Hell on Earth, look no further than this location on a Saturday night. This place was one of the worst places I have ever experienced in my life.
When you first enter, you get hit with a stench that just wouldn't go away. This is when you realize that this is a big mistake. As you get closer and closer to the kids check, you see the attendant; an uninterested school kid who is probably counting the minutes until he is off work. They put a stamp on your hand with a number to indicate you child is yours and no one else.
Once you enter, you are bombarded with a sea of children running around screaming, laughing, crying, and overall noisy. As you move forward, you start looking for a seat that isn't too dirty or used. Its the luck of the draw. There are so many people, but not enough space. You walk through the crowd looking for you table sanctuary.
Once you settle down, your kids starts showing signs of the craziness like all of the other children running around. "Dad, can we start?", "Dad, can we get tokens now?", "Uncle, where are my tokens?". Unhappily, you go to the order counter to buy tokens...OVERPRICED Tokens. Before you can even count the tokens to see if they are correct, the kids already grabbed them....and disappeared into the crowd. You stand there, asking yourself why you deserve this torture....and slowly walk back to your table sanctuary.
When you enter their washroom, you get to see where some of the smell is coming from. Kids all over the place with accidents all over the ground. I was too afraid to enter the stalls. Thus, i couldn't comment. All you see are kids coming in, doing their business, and then walking out.... no hand washing or anything. I was afraid to even open the door.
After an hour, I was at my limit. Constant screaming, running back and forth, tickets all over the place, and the constant nagging for more tokens and fighting over tokens had finally broken me. We grabbed our tickets, allowed the kids to pick out their junk from the "toy" counter and was finally on our way.
As usual, the kids check was a joke. Washed may hands and the stamp was blurred. The guy just glanced at it as I was leaving. I don't even feel that they were looking to check all the number.
Overall.....well, lets be polite and say I won't be going back any time soon.
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