My chicken sandwich, charred black, arrives with giant cubes, hunks, really - of cold swiss cheese, a plain-Jane mayo and a bun that was advertised as Ciabatta but was more like a soft dinner roll. I hate when I order a hot sandwich and it's cold. The cheese should be thinly sliced and melty.
This is aside from the fact that there were all of 6 people there and it took the waitress 15 minutes to bring me a glass of water and another 30 minutes to bring me a cold sandwich.
It was edible, although bland and cold - Until I got to my second half - and found a hair. I just cut off that part because I the waitress hadn't come by since she first took my order 45 minutes ago. I attempt one more bite and decide I'm too put off by the hair. No sign of the waitress... she certainly doens't check in to see if I'm happy with my meal - which of course, I'm not. Another 15 minutes pass and I finally find her and ask for the bill. I don't mention the hair because I just want to leave asap.
To add insult to injury, the bill comes and she charges me $12 instead of $11 for the chicken sandwich. I decide to just leave an almost non-existent tip and vow never to return.
This is supposed to be "The Home way of cooking?" If my mom cooked that way at home, I would have run away and never looked back.