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| - Sticky tables, dusty wine glasses, food-encrusted flatware, dirty dishes: If any of these things are enticing to you, then you should ignore this review and rush right over to Doc's place. We went because the menu looked intriguing, but that is probably the only interesting thing here. We sat, not in the showroom (we were a larger party and wanted to be able to converse, which would not have been an option with the blaring music and off-key singer), but rather at a corner table in the "restaurant." I'm not sure how this place actually passes inspection - it's oddly constructed and thankfully dark - I would hate to see this place in full daylight. Our table was a cross between a cocktail table at a dive bar and the spinning disk for Disney's Teacup ride. The server, though incompetent, was very sweet, so I don't want to fault her personality, but there was no training in table service here from any of the staff. Dishes were unceremoniously piled into the middle of the table and then cleared. Water was filled, but then put back randomly onto the table, leaving us to guess which water glass belonged to which diner. The food (I'll get to the quality of this in a moment) came out in three to five minute intervals - clearly the kitchen had no concept of timing the completion of the dishes. Okay - the food. Because despite all of these things, it is possible that food can save a restaurant. Not here. The appetizers were the best part of the meal, and they were sub-par at best. The main courses ranged from inedible (oxtail) to unremarkable (salmon) to just plain weird (grilled shrimp baked potato). You know, this space is really unique, and nobody has ever known what to do with it. It looks like the old supper clubs from New York. Someone should be cleaning this place up, hiring a big band and some throwback singers (think Doris Day and Ella Fitzgerald) and really work the nightclub angle. But it's always, in all of its many incarnations, a huge disappointment.
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