Went into Munchbar looking for a late evening snack. We saw ice cream on the menu and decided that's what we wanted. After placing our order and waiting an interminable amount of time, we tracked our server down. She went off in search of our order. She reported dutifully to us that "I can't find the guy who is supposed to make the ice cream." I told the server it was okay, just get us the bill. Off she went again in search of our bill. After watching her talk to a guy in a suit at the register for bit, she returned with our bill and off she went. The guy in a suit looked over our way and went back to the much more interesting group of young girls sitting in the corner. We paid our bill and swore never to set foot in an establishment that "can't find the guy who is supposed to make the ice cream"