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| - The Dillinger is a great spot that my boyfriend and I used to love to go to when we wanted to get out of Vegas for the afternoon. Great veggie burger, a unique, relaxed vibe that is hard to find in Vegas, good beer selection, friendly staff. Well worth the short drive out to Boulder City to check out. I'm really torn up about this, but I don't think I'll be coming back here after our last experience.
When we arrived the place was pretty full. Saturday evening, to be expected. An older white haired, heavy set guy (manager? owner? host?) tells us there's only seats available at the bar or outside on the patio. I glance at an open table next to him and he explains that he wants to save the 6-top in case a large group comes in. I'm not a fan of sitting at the bar I tell him, I prefer a table, but no worries, we sat outside, they had misters, it was fine. Our server was absolutely delightful, a young guy with an infectious smile, super friendly, we both loved him. Everything was perfect, food came out and it was great, we were enjoying our meal as usual until the band started up. I should have noticed the band set up before we sat down, but I didn't think anything of it. I have a hard time with loud noises and this was WAY too loud for my comfort. I sat with it for a few songs until it became too much for me. I asked the white haired guy from before if we could be moved inside. There's only seats at the bar, he tells me. I tell him no thanks, I take my last few more bites of my veggie burger and go inside to ask our sever for our check and use the restroom. That's when I see three open tables there. I was just floored that this guy would lie right to my face and tell me there are no tables. Two of the three were set, too, one was that 6-top that hadn't been seated since we came in. I look at the tables, look at him, and shake my head in disgust. I have never felt so worthless as a customer. If this was some random spot I'd never been to before, I'd have written it off and not cared so much, but The Dillinger really was one of my favorite places, and I can't go back there if this white haired guy will be there. Seriously heartbroken. You won, white haired guy. You will never have to waste a table on me again.
Three stars because this is a really, really awesome (5 star) place to check out except for one really really horrible person there who has ruined it for me. :-/ Shoot me a message if he ever leaves, I'll go back with bells on.
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