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| - I've eaten numerous times at the Chandler location so expected this to be a similarly pleasant experience.
Boy was I wrong.
Let me start out by saying the service was rotten.
We walked over from Little League opening day, and my son was chastised for having a partially full Gatorade container left over from the game. We were told we had to hide it in my wife's purse, and the server would "pretend she hadn't seen it." At first I thought the server was getting after my wife for preparing my 4 month old's bottle.
Did I mention the service was rotten?
The food is what it is. Fairly standard sports bar food. The prices aren't overly expensive, nor are they very cheap.
My chicken fingers ended up being about an eight of an inch in diameter strip of chicken swallowed by two inches of thick, almost tempura like batter. It reminded me of something you'd get out of a fair booth.
My sweet potato chips were fine, except for the quarter inch deep pool of grease under them.
My wife's salad looked like it was left-over from another table from someone who couldn't finish all of theirs. We verified she got ripped off on the way out because two other ladies had the same dish, but had substantially more in their salad bowl.
Did I mention the service was rotten?
My son said his shrimp was bland and the BBQ sauce was too strong. This was unsolicited from a 12 year old.
After having been stuck in there without seeing our server for about 45 minutes, we finally tracked her down, asked for a doggy bag (literally this time) for left-overs. Several minutes later she returned with the togo container.
Did I mention the service was rotten?
But with no check.
Did I mention the service was rotten?
After another 20 minutes I gave up and hunted her down asking for the check. Paid and my son wanted a refill on his soda. I already knew I wasn't going to wait for the server to return to our dimension from wherever it is she disappears to. So I walked over to the bar where there were 4 bartenders, with my baby in her seat on my arm.
Did I mention the service was rotten?
After standing at the end of the bar for several minutes I realized poor service wasn't limited to just our server, but it appeared to be a store policy.
Did I mention the service was rotten?
So I walked back over to the waitress station and refilled it myself.
Did I mention the service was rotten?
Wasted almost 2 hours of my life in there, and my wife was hungry within two hours of getting home.
In case I forgot to mention it, the service was rotten.
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