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| - I wasn't sure whether I should write this review because I have a healthy fear of being whacked. Three co-workers and I sidled in one day and our first impression was that we were eating at a front for the mob. We felt less than welcome when we entered and none of the people by the cash register cared to acknowledge us. Begrudgingly, we were given a table. The furniture was something out of an old folk's home. Everyone squeaked into their seats. We weren't sure whether we belonged, and then we noticed that the only other patrons were old folks. My friend ordered pasta and paid extra for meatballs, actually, for one whole meatball. What I ordered was very forgettable. It took a while, but we finally got our food, which seemed odd as it was quite plain and entirely unremarkable. We split the bill with one person paying cash and the rest using credit cards. It took over ten minutes to get our cards back with receipts, which was odd as we were the only people left in the place. The waitress admonished us for making her life difficult. I pointed out that my card had my picture on it, and was told that was part of the problem. Immediately, upon returning to the office, we all checked our bank accounts. We were all charged for our meals except for one of my co-workers who was charged for all four meals, even the one who paid cash..
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