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I'll throw two stars at Benny's based solely on their customer service. John was our bartender and was/is a very cool dude. Great conversation and went out of his way to serve us. He also stayed late so that we didn't have to start a new check. His service saved the meal.
So, onto the meal.. Deep Dish what? No, seriously, Benny... Deep dish what? Maybe you should wikipedia what deep dish means, because you have it so wrong. Way wrong. Just wrong. Bad wrong. Your-menu-straight-up-lied-to-me wrong. Skip-out-on-a-check kinda wrong. Well, maybe not.. but you get my drift.
The "deep dish" pizza we order was 100% equivalent to the Digiorno's pizza that's currently sitting in my freezer. It's rather mind-blowing reading reviews below of people raving about the pizza. It was awful. You sad folks, you. I ate it for two reasons: I love cheese more than my mom AND I was drunk. Period. End of story. The same goes for your wings. I ordered them well-done. I did not receive well-done and didn't eat them. Me.... not eat wings..? Dang. The sauce just didn't work. You're clearly working with microwaves back there. If you want to compete with the new hipster joints opening up all over Fremont, you really need to start with your kitchen. I'd sooner eat lobster at a Red Lobster before I'd plop my ass on one of your bar stools. I actually regretted passing up a hot dog stand to come and eat at your joint. And I haven't consumed a disgusting hot dog in three years. Thankfully, our tab didn't smack me in the face.
Other than the horrific bar grub, the atmosphere and service were fun. Very chill and, as I mentioned above, John kept it real. I'd come back to share a beer with him.. cool peoples.
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