My husband and I had gone to Hash House once in CT. I really liked it then so for Mother's Day we decided to give it another try now that we live in Las Vegas. I was not impressed in the slightest. Neither the hostess nor the server seem very interested in doing their jobs and no one was smiling. The server even decided to stop listening to me and would walk away while I was talking like mid-sentence. I ordered the Boston Hash, which is a dry over-salted crab mush atop a bed of burned potatoes. I had ordered it for the fruit side so that I could feed that to my son, but ended up with soggy carrots and green beans. Toddlers don't enjoy that as much. I'm cool if you run out of something and let me know but the server, in her continuing vow of silence, didn't say anything.
The general look of the place was run down. They seated us in the middle of the room on very wobbly chairs. For a place with fat people portions, they sure don't have fat people furniture. I was certain that I was going to break that chair like in the movie Shallow Hal. It would be fitting because that character's name is Rosemary and this restaurant likes to garnish everything a giant branch of rosemary.
As an aside our receipt said biscuit on it but there were no biscuits any where on our table. We weren't charged for it but it seemed to be the only thing that looked really good. I tried to ask about it but the server walked away before I could finish my question. I wish I was joking.