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| - Went there with some friends last night. From the outside it looked like a standard bar and grill, so i was hopeful we would at least get some good bar food. We ordered some cheese fries and onion rings for the table to start out with. In both cases they were competently made, however they included only the smallest thing of sauce for each. The women ordered some long island ice teas and margarita's. In both cases they felt they were mixed wrong and thought they used alcohol that was the bottom dollar cheapest possible. Many at our group, myself included, ordered the Panini they were supposedly famed for. I ordered a Pastrami Panini and got a huge sandwich with tons of filler and maybe two lunch meat thin slices of Pastrami on each half. Our server was named Brandi and she deserves her own special review. First off we came in at 9 in the eve and told her our party would be growing, which it did from 2 to 6 people, as the night progressed. By 9:30 our service had disappeared and, I'm not joking by 10:00 it was like we were in a ghost town, which is when they rung a last call bell for our section only. Apparently 5 minutes after we came in they started seating people on the patio. We were never politely offered an opportunity to move out there and every time Brandi came to our table she made smart mouth comments. For instance you wanted a second refill she would comment you must be floating away. By herself she ruined any hope of a halfway decent experience here. When I paid the bill in cash she gave me back my money with no coin change claiming that Panini did not give coin change back to it's customers. I normally tip 15-20% at most sit down restaurants. To be blunt the change was all she got and I felt that was a bit high in terms of the service offered.
To sum up don't go here, but if for some reason desperation drives you to go to this ghastly place and you get Brandi as your waitress, demand any other waitress. Trust me, you can't do any worse.
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