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This is a blue-collar, dark, (smoky during the days before the ban) neighborhood bar. When my wife and I walked through the door, we were easily the youngest patrons of this establishment by at least three decades (admittedly we're young, being thirty).
The wife had a sausage and pierogi platter, and I was roped in by the con-job that was the filet and lobster tail. First, what they call a filet, was not. Top sirloin perhaps, and I guess their normal never-had-a-real-filet clientele wouldn't be able to tell the difference either way. Second, the service was slower than slow. I think one of our fellow patrons expired while waiting for their order to come out of the kitchen.
Really, I don't need to rip on this place any more... we will never be going back.
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