Today's visit: wine had a film on it, I had to ask for lemon with my water three times, the kids pizza is now some horrible wheat looking crust (supposedly some beer brew) and I had a bone in my first bite of burger. The manager came over to tell me the chefs cut it open and it wasn't a tooth (oh, goodie) and that it was an almond. You gotta be kidding me. Do I look that stupid? I told her I almost BROKE A TOOTH. That was NO almond. She was proud to tell me she took off my burger. Wow. That's so nice of you. I only had one bite, which I spit out, so that is the least you could do. She walked away. Obviously, she's right and I don't know what I'm talking about. Maybe I should've bitten down harder and actually broken my tooth so I could send them the dentist bill as proof.
We WON'T be back. And it's sad, because we've been coming here for more than a dozen years...