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| - I was in here yesterday and won't be back. Ever. Not if you paid me. Everything went wrong from start....to finish. The host attempted to seat us. Walked in said "two?" He turned around and walked away without saying a word and after a minute realized we weren't behind him because we didn't know if he was seating us, checking on a table, hello? After walking a 1/4 mile to our table which was way out in like New Delhi or something, we are seated near nobody and nothing. He dropped us off at our table in the desert which was dirty, obscure and lonely. The place was filthy, shabby, tired worn down. The next three hours, yes three, were an adventure. Our drinks took 15-20 minutes, our server looked like he just got out of county jail, our food actually arrived before the appetizers. We didnt see the guy for another 45 minutes. When the escapee arrived, he brought the carryout box the size of a pizza container we requested from another server that saw us stranded on the side of the highway. Meanwhile in the dining room, there was loud cheering because there was a baseball game going on. In our room, the game was not on. We couldn't see anyone but we knew they were there. Then we got the check. We didn't see the guy for another twenty minutes after that. I stacked the dirty plates in the corner of the table. We left with our frozen carryouts. By the way, the beer was cold and the food was ok. All on a Friday night. Behind every bad server, bad host and bad staff is a bad general manager. Loser restaurant of the year goes to *ding* bdubs of Lyndhurst. Congratulations!
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