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| - I came here to meet up with some from friends from out of town, and it felt like I was dealing with snooty high school girls. First of all I understand there's a dress code, and I do realize I should've known better that to show up in a crop top and jeans. When I asked the hostess if my friends name was on the list, they were already inside eating, I was informed that there weren't any names matching theirs in the list. They pretended to look while telling me this. Then i told them that it was ok, I'd just call them. Before I could get my phone out, a man that looked like a shift manager or a manager, I'm not sure, told me there was a dress code. All the while looking at me as if I was some homeless person. I then informed him that I would be back in different attire. By the time I came back, changed, my friends had long since finished their meal. They told me it was best that I hadn't been able to dine with them, because the food was sub par. I wouldn't have been upset if they had just informed me nicely that there was a dress code, it's understandable, however; to be treated so rudely all because of what I happened to be wearing is not acceptable.
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