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'TERRIBLE at best' is how I rate my experience at 40/40. The only reason that I was hyped to go was because of Jay-Z's star power and to support a black businessman.
**coughMISTAKEcough**
The ONLY saving grace for this place was the atmosphere and decor: Plush seating areas with plenty of flat screens for our group who was there to catch the Spurs/Lakers game on a Sunday during the Memorial Day weekend. Bathrooms LOOKED nice. But skip them if you're accustomed to such trivial things as toilet seat covers OR toilet paper!
So...I called ahead of time to see what the place was all about since the website was obviously designed by a blind, deaf mute. I was told that reservations were necessary so I made one for 5.
We arrived and the place was pretty close to EMPTY for playoffs. There was no clear host station so we just walked around until we saw people in 40/40 shirts. We asked where do we check in. We were directed to a woman who was just standing around, dressed as we were; no name tag or 40/40 insignia. I told her we had reservations. She DID NOT ask our name; just how many were in our party. We were then walked in a FULL circle around the place to find somewhere to sit. We stopped at NUMEROUS areas before finally being seated in a very nice area with sueded (or microfiber) walls, pillows and bench, 3 white leather chairs, two ottomans and a coffee table. The decor was very impressive, however, THIS is where the fun ended.
The menu was encyclopedia-heavy, with 2-3 pages for food and 7,639 CHAPTERS (it seemed) of PRICEY drinks with trying-WAAAYYY-too-hard names.
DON'T come hungry, poor OR expecting greatness. You'll get a half-assed attempt at UNSEASONED, hardly microwaved frozen food and a sorry pile of bullshit disguised as salad or a garnish on your plate.
We started off trying out several appetizers. (Crab Cakes, Breaded Catfish Sticks, Buffalo Wings, The Picnic {should have been named the YUCKFUCK!}, and Cheese Bread.) EVERYTHING arrived LUKE-FRIGID except for the dry hot wings which were a work-with-able temperature. The "cheese bread" was nothing more than Grocery Outlet-quality frozen deep dish pizza cut into 4 uneven sticks. It arrived to us looking like it had seen a ghost; PETRIFIED. It was cold, hard, and dry...and $8!! **tears** As a fat girl, I'll try anything ONCE, but just the sight of those 4 dead bodies saved me from a few unnecessary calories.
I cut the roof of my mouth on the hard chicken "shits" that were part of The Picnic. The breading was so hard that it couldn't be bitten into. I had to tear them apart with my hands and melt them in Ranch for a good minute or 5 JUST to be able to TASTE them. And I was more than disappointed once I started chewing. The Picnic consisted of 2 fried deviled eggs (BLECH!) and too many hard, dry chicken shits all for $12. I wish I would have asked for my $11.99 in change.
Our waitress was very unknowledgeable about the menu. She seemed young and unprepared for the job. When asking about certain dishes she'd only "heard" everything was good but didn't KNOW ANYthing. Food was brought out WITHOUT the promised dipping sauces and when requested, the waitress acted as if she'd NEVER heard of them, even though we pointed them out on the menu! She said, "Well this is how they always come out." We were offered Ranch and a buffalo dipping sauce and that's IT. Great! [/sarcasm]
When requesting water, we were brought a carafe of water with lemon. I asked if we could have one without lemon and was told that it would take about 20 minutes. Water with lemon...INSTANTLY!! Water WITHOUT lemon...20 minutes. Ok...that makes sense. [/sarcasm] So Annoyed, I just cancelled the water and decided to live with the metallic taste of blood from the skin on the roof of my mouth hanging to my tongue after attempting to eat the dry chicken shits.
Besides the food and service, what annoyed us most was the plastic shopping bag of 40/40 paraphernalia the waitress carried. I thought she had just walked into work and didn't have time to drop her things off before manning her stations. I asked what was she carrying and was told that they're MADE to carry souvenirs just in case patrons want to purchase them. My thoughts: "Ummm...whatever happened to a STORE?!" I felt sorry for the girl as she juggled menus, plates, glasses, and tabs while trying to keep the crumpled bag on her shoulder.
Overall, I just PRAY this is JUST a franchise and Jigga-Man is NOT directly in charge of this fuckery. But if he IS, PLEASE BELIEVE I'm gonna Limewire-download and bootleg-sell EVERY SINGLE Def Jam, Roc-A-Wear and all associated items I can to get my $$$ back!!!!
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