I should've ordered the happy hour wings. My bad.
Firstly, three bar tenders on shift and all looked my way when I sat at the bar and all ignored me for a good bit.
I ordered the "whitefish" sandwich and a draft beer.
What I got was some sort of shriveled, dried up, thin, farmed, brownish fish. Probably tilapia.
What I can't stand is misleading menu writing. It's like lying to my face.
Simply put, you can't trust Bill.
Never again at this place.