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| - Never in my life have I ever felt more unwelcomed in a restaurant. We went on a Monday shortly before lunch rush. The host had his back to the door and was folding napkins/ prepping silverware. When he eventually noticed us, he sassily told us we could sit wherever we wanted. Sorry for interrupting your silverware prep, bro...
The menu was fairly large and somewhat diverse. I was relieved to see that the gentleman who seated us was not our waiter. Instead, the bartender was in charge of our table. My relief was short lived, as while we were attempting to order, the host began to talk over me and hold a dish of creamer for my coffee such that I had to lean around his arm to finish speaking to the waitress. On his way back to his precious silverware/napkin folding station, the host slammed into the back of my chair, knocking my purse to the ground without hesitation or apology. It was in no way a tight squeeze. We were at the very end of the seating area so there wasn't a table behind us-- probably 8+ feet of clearance between me and the wall.
Once we got our food, we were left to our own devices. My fajitas were pretty good; definitely not high quality ingredients (the texture of the lettuce told me it'd been sitting out for a while uncovered), but pretty tasty nonetheless. The waitress/bartender brought us our check in a reasonable matter of time, but took forever to come pick it back up, which was understandable since she was covering so much real estate.
Overall, I'd say this is a pretty standard dive bar with tons of untapped potential. Nothing about it would compel me to write a Yelp review, but that host has my blood boiling.
To Rochester Inn Management: If you are interested in figuring out who this was, it was 11/7/16 at about 11:30AM.
EDIT: Please check out the reviews in the "Not Recommended" section. You'll see a lot of remarks confirming that I wasn't the only one treated like garbage here.
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