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Full Re-of the-View:
First off nobody noticed us waiting to get seated for what felt like forever, the place wasn't super busy either so no excuse there, unless they want people to walk out...hey maybe they wanted to save us the torment of eating there? We should have taken the hint, but we didn't.
Bummer.
Seated, a miracle!
One drink got ordered by the hubster, I hadn't decided yet *shrug* figured when the waitress comes and gives him his drink I will know what I want and be able to order it.
Nope.
She runs past our table smacks his drink down without saying a word and storms off again.
Eventually I get to order my drink and some food too (gasp!), I went for the roast beef sandwich and the well-hydrated dude across the table went for the quesadilla.
BLAARRGGHH!
Do these people not know what seasoning is? Or hell salt even?
Bland, hard, yuck.
If you make mushrooms and beef bland you have failed at life, simple as that.
The quesadilla looked worse than your average Taco Bell disaster but at least it had some sort of flavour..nothing good, but hey you can't ask for miracles in this place (like edible food and decent service).
Our waitress had gotten lost at this point and we wanted to leave, so we had to poke the barman in order to pay for our "food" (ha! food..).
Oh! I forgot to mention that my fries contained one really old "bottom of the fry basket for the last 10+ batches" black fry, yay! I left it triumphantly sticking out of the mayo for them, as the fry equivalent of a middle-finger, it was the least I could do.
Why do people go here???
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