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| - I try, so hard, to like the Drake. So hard. I try to like it because it's so pretty to look at and location-wise, it's perfect. But the vast majority of experiences I've had there have been average at best and bad at worst.
The Drake's food is usually good. Not great, but not awful. The wait to get said food, however, is always far longer than you'd think (unless the place is empty). The service is hit-and-miss: Either you get an attentive server/bartender or someone who wouldn't notice if you were on fire. And god forbid you, upon standing at the bar for a long while, have the temerity to summon a bartender who is off playing grab-ass with a waitress. If you are brazen enough to do that, you will get treated rudely and overcharged. I worked a bar for ten years -- I know the "I'll charge for two singles instead of one double" trick. I also know when I'm getting short-poured.
Whenever I think of the Drake I think of an absurdly attractive person who never had to learn to be nice, or interesting, or whatever else because all their life they've been popular, liked, loved and praised based solely on their looks. I know that a lot of people like the Drake, but too often I find that the place, food and drink-wise, is coasting and is given a pass because man, it's just so damn pretty -- and the tie goes to the stunner.
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