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| - This will forever be the place I associate with thinking 'how can you screw-up cheesecake'.
The location is great, the atmosphere is great, reservation keeping is phenomenal, table waiting for us rather than just being prioritized for the next one on arrival, and you're greeted by the friendliest people on the planet.
The wait-staff have long lost their ability to give a f**k. I had no clue this place had a full bar, the waitress never gave us a drinks menu. When clearing the table next to us, the waiter dropped silverware and just kicked it under the table, which was never picked up even when the next people were seated there.
3 times manager-type people stopped by to see how we were doing, the first time, I admit (Dave) I said nothing to you. I should have, my burger was about raw. We did mention it to the next manager type woman that came by who offered to warm it up after she saw what it looked like on the inside, but I declined and just charged on hoping for a good dessert.
Oh boy... dessert, the apple cobbler (I think it was cobbler) was great apparently, which is what my partner got. I got the cheesecake. I don't know how you screw up cheesecake, but they managed to find a way to make it taste like rubber. When manager type #3 (bald man with glasses) asked how dessert was, I replied 'terrible', to which I got the surreal answer "I know right!, let's torch the place! Okay you guys, have a good meal." and then he left.
We won't be back.
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