If you're into exceedingly slow service, eating your salad that was made with lettuce from last year without utensils, and communicating in a special code where apparently the word "sprite" means "water", then this is the place for you. But in all honesty, this is just an understaffed chain restaurant. To the people sitting in the booth behind us who were acting like Red Robin might lose one of their Michelin stars because of your screaming complaints: relax. They're doing their best with what they have. You're coming to a Red Robin near the city at 10 o'clock on a Friday night. You get what you get.