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| - I'm sort of a glutton for punishment for going back as many times as I have. They have this one thing... it's scrambled eggs and kielbasa and vegetables and holy shit it's good.
But on two separate occasions, I came here and I straight up didn't get acknowledged, given menus or a chance to order. Do you know how embarrassing that shit is to see someone come in after you and get drinks and their food order in before you've even gotten a menu?
I just came back on Saturday and we asked the waitress if we were going to be helped and she said, in a REALLY shitty way, "That's not even my station." So, fuck me, right? Not your station, not your fucking problem? Or... dig this, treat me like a goddamned human and say someone will be right with me. Just sitting there without menus, without even a glass of water, not even a kind word, while everyone around me is getting taken care of? Nah. Fuck that.
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