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| - We stopped here mid-afternoon yesterday, and sat down in front of the worst bartender/server ever in the history of yuppie restaurant service. I mean, this sort of place, with the generic, one-half-step-above Olive Garden furnishings, is where you'd expect to find obsequious servers with cheap smiles to match the character of the interior design. Cornerstone no doubt employs such good souls, however one bad soul has ruined any good thing I could say about this place. Our unfriendly bartender was gruff beyond what one could expect at the nastiest of dive bars. Other than one Michelob Ultra drinking regular, we were his only customers. He ignored us for what he thought was long enough for us to make a decision, at which point he came over and asked "you know what you want?" But damn, he underestimated the power of this girl's indecision, what a bother. I told him that I was undecided between two different weiss beers they had on draft. He promptly turned around and walked away. During his absence, I decided to just not get a beer, in fact, to spend as little money as possible because this guy had the air of being the owner (who else could get away with being such an asshole), whom I did not want to support. So eventually my partner got his beer (which he could have ordered much earlier if this guy had a molecule of patience) and we ordered one entree, a mushroom sandwich, to share with a salad and also a side order of sweet potato fries. Except for some rotten salad greens, the food was good. This could probably be a three star review if it wasn't for the hostile environment that we experienced. To top it all off, as soon as we got up to leave, he came over to the book to check his tip (guess what, it wasn't very good!) and sarcastically yelled after us, "thanks A LOT" followed by some indiscernible muttering. My genuine tip: fucking retire; play golf or travel the country in an RV or something, just spare the public your unpleasantness.
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