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| - Nah, man. I don't like this place. I don't like this joint at all.
I do not like the food. I do not like the near-deafness I was threatened with just for going to the restroom (more on that later). I do not like the horrendously bad service.
Food
It sucks. It fucking sucks! One-star level of food here, no hyperbole. (Well, maybe a little.)
Now, I am no goddamn expert on barbecue (I have only made pilgrimages to Austin, KC, Memphis, and Nashville for barbacoa though, and actually saw firsthand how all originally derived in a TaĆno reserve), but what I have been served here at Lucille's was simply not good food.
Did not taste good, did not look good; made me want to strive to become vegan. If I were forced to eat all of my meat exclusively from Lucille's, or of a Lucille-like quality, I would become vegan. No bullshit. I would basically become Morrissey.
Service
The one waiter we had did not (a) know what was it that came with the largest pre-packaged combo on their own menu -- like no shit ... had no clue at all -- ; and (b) did not bring everything that was supposed to come with the combo from their very own menu after studying it at fucking length! Sucks.
Ambiance
I have been to Heavy Metal concerts that were kinder to my hearing. And I have also been to private invite events at Wynn fucking Resorts that had less pretentious yuppies than Lucille's in The District at GVR, Henderson, NV, U.S.A..
Dude, turn down the fucking volumes on those goddamn amps in the bar; this is not an arena or Lollapalooza. It is a fucking restaurant!
Epilogue
Overpriced. And it sucks. The holy duo for I-won't-be-caught-dead-in-this-shithole-again for me. That is just me; this might be the greatest eats you have ever had in your life for you though. We are all different, after all. - E
Postscript. There should be another noise level choice: "Airplane Engines Right Next To Your Fucking Ears Loud" in between "Very Loud" and "Not Sure[.]"
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