Visited On 7 Bar for the first time. Dark and dingy we were immediately wondering how this place survives. Seems like a small group of heavy drinkers keep the place going.
Our server , bleach blonde , dressed far to young for her age was gruff and void of any personality .
Looking rather haggard as though she'd had a rough night prior to her shift sounded rather masculine or had just finished off a carton of cigarettes . We chose what seemed safe a cheeseburger and my companion had the veal on a bun.
When the food came it was shockingly apparent the only appliance in the kitchen was a microwave. My sister produced better fare as a child in her Easy Bake oven.
The burger was hard around the edges as was the obviously frozen veal cutlet. The fries by McCain were also hard and void of any taste as is often the case when using a microwave.
Our disappointment with our meal fell on deaf ears as the wannabe 40 something teen that was serving us was more concerned with her inebriated regulars that seemed to be what's left of the old Fathers crowd from the 80's.
The bar on 7 reminds one of bad teenage parties in a friends damp dark unfinished basement with a same polluted crowd being come on to by someone's older plain looking sister trying to stuff her flabby out of shape self into a leotard ...... the whole experience made one want to give more credit to service station food !
Gross !