My old friend from Italy told me to check out a Red Robin establishment. I don't know what my Italian friend was talking about when he said to stop here. This is/was not the place for me.
Where was the shrimp scampi or even better yet, a nice plate of spaghetti and meatballs? I had to try one of these fancy burgers that they had plastered everywhere on their sticky menu. Such a waste of good meat that could've been formed into a nice meatball in a heaping plate of spaghetti and meatballs.
The hostess started my experience off by placing me in a seat in their rowdy bar area. I really didn't want to sit here but I was told it would make me feel like I was in Italy. The hostess really doesn't know anything because Italy is not a bar.