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| - I had heard nothing but good things about this place so I decided to meet up with some friends yesterday for Happy Hour. I was surprised that it wasn't more crowded. Sad to say, that wouldn't be the last surprise of the evening. Who ordered the pretzel bites with a side of the server's thumb in the mustard? Yes, it was really in there and to make matters worse, she (I'll call her "Angela") set the mustard down and started to walk away! One of my friends said, "Ummm, you're not really going to serve us that mustard, are you?" About an hour later, "Angela" walks behind our table and whispers, "Does anyone need anything else?" Only me and another friend heard her. What the hell? If you don't want to serve us, we'll sit in someone else's section or better yet, go to another bar! The final surprise came when we got our checks. Apparently, the prices advertised for drinks weren't the same as those in the computer. $4 for a PBR? No way I'm paying that much for piss beer unless I'm at Hogs and Heifers and Devon / Xi are my bartenders (but that's a different story). The service got better after "Angela" left, but to be honest, it couldn't have been much worse.
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