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| - They get four stars for the food, but lose two stars for the service. I got the vibe from the entire front house staff that we were inconveniencing them with our patronage. Well, I won't make that mistake again!
Our server couldn't be bothered to smile or even make eye contact, let alone visit our table in any semblance of a timely fashion. We had to flag her down to place our order, after waiting fifteen minutes with the menus closed. She never visited our table to see if we might need more water or another drink. If it was only the server I would guess she was just having a bad day, but the front desk was also rude. There was a bouncer at the front who just stood there with his hand out and didn't say a word, I had to watch others to figure out I had to show him my ID. What's wrong, meathead, is the phrase, "hello sir may I see your ID" above your vocabulary level???
I had the eighth street ale with my meal, which was okay, but not worth any of the other rave reviews I've read here. For an ale, it was very simplistic and safe, basically tasted like any consistent ale you would get from a large mega-brewery such as Sam Adams. The best thing about the place is the music, which better be good because there is no way you are going to have a conversation in there without shouting your lungs out. Too bad that there is not much else to do while waiting, waiting, and waiting for someone to take your order, get around to bringing it to you, and eventually think about the concept of a check.
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