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| - Typical Thursday football night in a bar-style restaurant, mellow, not busy but not slow. Steady amount of customers.
We walked in the back, our first time, and a gentleman assisted to seat us, a food runner brought us menus and some waters. I asked for chips and chile con queso to start, came out immediately from another food runner.
Quite fast at this point.
Until we met our server, Emily I believe her name was. She was nice at first, like most servers. Introduced herself and said she'd give us a few minutes to look at the menu. 22 minutes pass, I'm sick of this cold chile con queso sauce and eager to eat. Walked by us 7 times, ordered food from two tables away who arrived about 10 minutes after us. And I seen their food being served.
I'm pretty hungry at this point would rather resort my Business for someone who takes care of their customers. She walked by another time, only to hang out at the bar, and watch the football game, just leaned on the bar for exactly 3 minutes. Walked by us again, and that's when we asked for our check.
The manager offered a round of drinks to accommodate the shitty service, but I didn't bother. My drinks woulda came back 30 minutes later the way Emily was serving.
If this server happens to read this, just think about being on the other side and having someone suck at serving you when you're out and trying to have a decent dinner.
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