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| - It was late and we had barely eaten all day. After buying the giant , FOOTBALL of booze, we decided that we wanted a proper greasy spoon breakfast. We ended up in line at this establishment.
The wait took a while. It turns out that there was no host/hostess, so a waitress was doing double duty. She was hustling too. When we got seated, we had to wait a bit for some service. As it turns out, the whole seating chart and which waiter was taking which tables was a total clusterf*ck. The hostess/waitress ended up taking our order eventually.
We each ordered the same thing: scrambled eggs, bacon, hash browns, and sourdough toast. All the food turned out as expected minus the bacon. It was dropped in a deep fat fryer and incenerated to the point where it was chalk-like. Not edible at all. But the rest of the meal was decent.
The bussers were slow and dimwits. If someone tells you to bring 2 glasses of water of to our table, don't worry about putting them on a tray and gingerly walking them over. Use your hands, pal! Plus, they often started cleaning tables, but never seemed to finish. This added to the whole "line to be seated" chaos.
Bah...look, if you are starving, eat here. But there are several other places on Fremont Street that can feed you...better.
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