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| - Elderly waiter couldn't understand the appetizer we ordered. He hovered over my shoulder to read it. Then, we ordered our meals. I got the chicken pot pie and asked for a Caesar side salad, and he told me "no, that's too much food." Excuse me? If I want an appetizer sampler, a salad and a pot pie, and share a stuffed baked potato with my husband, I will. I now am forced to live in Trump America, so I might as well order gluttonous amounts of food and dare everyone around to judge me.
I told him that was fine, I wanted the salad. I had to repeat it three times before he RELUCTANTLY wrote it down, chuckling about so much food.
When the appetizer platter and salad arrived, the woman who brought it out tried giving it to another table.
The platter was lukewarm, at best. But tasted fine.
The salad was good, albeit warm, and not as monstrously portioned as I'd been led to believe.
I watched him wander aimlessly between tables, with a confused expression. I wondered if he was having a stroke.
We wanted to play Keno, so my husband waved down the Runner. We watched the Runner walk to the table next to us and take their ticket and start to walk away. Only when she glanced over her shoulder did she see my husband waving his ticket.
Our food came after this. Salad and appetizer platter totally eaten. Loaded potato was lukewarm. My pot pie was the only food we ordered that was the proper temperature.
Seriously, the food was subpar, and barely warm. And Mr Magoo would.not.stop.hovering. So, I began writing this review. My soda was empty for 30 minutes, while my husband had a carafe brought to him.
Then Mr. Miyagi had to go and we were introduced to Lurch, the 7 foot waiter, who would assist us. And placed the bill on the table. We weren't done eating ffs, and I'd have wanted dessert but it wasn't even offered.
Finally asked for a refill.
Lurch has come to the table no less than 5 times in 15 minutes to bother us. Didn't even ask if I want my pot pie boxed up to go.
For the record, because this matters, I worked 13 hours overnight, as a nurse, and was starved and wanted to have good food and sit. I was insulted by being told no, I was ordering too much food. I'm 5'7 & 135 pounds. And again, spent 13 hours on my feet, burning energy.
My husband is 6'5 and could snap Lurch in half.
We may have eyes bigger than our stomachs. It's our decision to buy more food than we can eat. Trump embodies that right to overindulge and ya'll wanted that so don't try to dictate my life.
And yes, we ate everything.
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