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| - We specifically went to Latitude 41 on Sunday because my Southern boyfriend was craving some chicken and waffles. This dish doesn't frequent the menu of a lot of restaurants here in Ohio, so when he finds a place that does serve it...he won't stop bugging me until we go try it out! I knew about the whole order-at-the-counter-serve-yourself thing before we arrived, so that didn't bother me much. What did bother me was the grumpy old man (presumably the owner?) that was behind the counter. I cheerfully greeted him with a "hi, how are you?" and was ignored. I knew he heard me...I was directly across the counter from him. But he just continued messing with his credit card receipts and angrily barking something at one of the other staff members. He finally decided to acknowledge us after a minute or so, and by acknowledge I mean he grabbed his pen and order pad and looked at us expectantly. I ordered my meal and then my boyfriend ordered the chicken and waffles. The grump, who before this hadn't said two words to us, snapped "we're out". We just looked at him and he gave the excuse that the waffle iron is broke. My poor boyfriend didn't have a back-up plan (he wanted the chicken and waffles SOOOO BAD people!) so he had to scramble for the menu and look for something else to order. This seemed to irritate the grump behind the counter so I had to pretty much say listen buddy, the chicken and waffles is the only reason we hauled our @sses down to this place so back off and give him time to browse the menu! I think the grump got the point because when my boyfriend went up to get a refill on iced tea later on, the grump gave him a voucher to come back and get a chicken and waffles on the house. Nice try at a recovery, but we won't be back. Not only was the grump very off-putting on a Sunday afternoon...they served me a completely scorched omelet. I'm not talking over-cooked...I'm talking the entire bottom was black and burnt to a crisp. Totally disgusting! My boyfriend urged me to send it back, but I had lost my appetite by that point. So my suggestion to you folks is skip the rude service and over-priced bad food and eat a pop tart at home. Be live me, its the better choice!
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