It's been five minutes. No one has acknowledged me. Have they seen my Facebook feed? Do they know my feelings about Trump? Did they see me flinch at the TV above the bar? At least it's CNN. I see a server tell another I am here. Surely she will come. I am so hungry.
Now ten minutes, still no menu. A waitress, not mine, the same one as before, comes over and asks if I'd like a drink. I say a Manhattan and am met with a blank stare. "On the rocks." She comes back with a sketchy, dilute beverage--Jack Daniels, clown sweat and two cherries--and a menu. Finally, food! Sweet sweet cherries!
11 minutes, cherries consumed, no waitress in sight. Hope dashed
After 15 minutes I announce to no one in particular, I'd like the check! Not-my-server apologizes to me ("I told her four times!") She turns around and pivots back. "I'll just take your order."
It's been 18 minutes and my server greets me. "I'll be right back." I don't tell her about my order having been taken.
Maybe I will get to eat this food but the crap service here is enough for me to write this review.
Pass it up.