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| - Went here on Wednesday night/Thursday morning (6/22/11) with my friend Jerry J. after we got off of work.
Play by play:
Step 1: Walked into bar.
Step 2: We asked bartender where we could sit. "Sit anywhere."
Step 3: Jerry went to bathroom while I moved tables because the one we were at was covered in crumbs.
Step 4: Wait. Wait Wait Wait Wait.
Step 5: After a good 5-7 minutes, Jerry goes up to the bartender to ask for menus, a water and a beer... and brings them back to the table himself. The water has a funky chlorine taste.
Step 6: Chat, I look over menu.
Step 7: Waitress comes by to ask if we're ready to order.
Step 8: Waitress leaves when Jerry says he hasn't even looked at the menu yet. He said nothing was jumping out at him off of the menu.
Step 9: 10 minutes later, a different waitress takes our order. We split a "basket" of boneless chicken wings and fries, with a side of blue cheese and ranch dressing. We order them "extra hot."
Step 10: Wait wait wait. Jerry tells me he'll pay me $50 to tell the really loud drunk at the bar to STFU. I pass on the offer.
Step 11: Waitress brings food.
Step 12: We eat the food - it's the first time that something has been so spicy, it makes my stomach feel like somebody punched me right where the umbilical and hypogastric regions meet on the human body in anatomical position. Although the food was so spicy it bruised my innards, it was tasty.
Step 13: We sit around forever. Waitress refills our cups, although we're clearly done with our meal.
Step 14: Waitress leaves.
Step 15: After waiting around for 15 minutes, I go up to bartender and ask for the check and the box.
Step 16: Bartender gives box to waitress and she delivers it, with the check, 5 minutes after I got back to my seat.
Step 17: Jerry paid the $20 ticket (2 beers, tap water and a chicken basket) and we left.
Honestly, the customer service was non-existent. People shouldn't have to wait around and ask to get served. I understand that it's approaching 1 AM, but if you don't want to serve customers at tables, close the kitchen and only open the bar portion. There's no excuse to not acknowledge customers, let alone serve the customers when the place is dead.
When Jerry and I got back to my house after the meal, my sister and her boyfriend were gone. When they got back, come to find out, they had went to eat at the same PT's we did (we must have just missed them) and they were complaining about the same type of non-service. My sister and I both agreed we all should have just left before we ordered.
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