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| - We were fairly regular customers on weekends, special occasions, and for their killer clambakes in fall, until one time, the Saturday before Mother's Day, we walked out, angry and disappointed, not to mention hungry. I had called the week before, and a man I assume is the manager, Richard, grudgingly took my reservation. I'd had to wait almost 5 minutes for him to come to the phone. Why he is the only one who can take reservations,I don't know. He had a real rude 'tude. I should have known then.
When we got to the tavern on that Saturday, it was loud and crowded. The bartenders were busy and we finally got the attention of this Richard. He gave a hurried glance at the reservation book and proclaimed there was no reservation for us. I told him I'd called the week before. He said, "Well, your name isn't on the list!" And walked away. So did we and we've never been back.
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