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| - What is up with this place? Patio, yay right? Wrong!
The Yellowjacket wasps are swarming every where! 2 hanging traps and 2 sticky traps on the bar to try and catch the countless wasps buzzing around the Bartender trying to mix umpteen amounts of sugary flavored vodkas for slicked hair pretentious clientele.
The limes were sitting in their respective supposed to be closed holding tray, but had been so sun dried in the 30 degree heat by 5pm, I was able to squeeze out a few drops of lime juice. I asked for a fresh lime in my next beverage and proceeded to see the waitress dig to the bottom of said tray and grab a lime screaming to be thrown out. "That's the best I could do." Um excuse me Miss, that's the best you could do? Your job is to cut those limes since you handle them throughout your shift, and should notice the obviousness of the once flourishing with succulent sour juices which gave all those earlier in the day patrons a proper drink.
Now for my meal ... I started eating the fish and chips which came much later than the previous people sat down after me whom got their dinner served before me; I ate. The chips were fantastic, but crispy and that sea salt made them absolute in the eye of any Brit coming from overseas just to try your chips. But those oh so deceiving deep fried pieces of fish; very soggy on the bottom to where it almost became dough again on my plate. Figure it out. When my waitress came to ask how my meal was, I replied "Ok." Her perplexed look on her face to repeat my words of Ok had rung through her head as if I said the most sinful tasteless word known to man. At this point, maybe she should have asked why, or what could have been done to make it better; but nope, I was looked like as if I was the help. Not given a second look to me (you know since I help pay for her after work drinks and all) nope, not a thing. At Earls or the Keg, the meal would have been opted for another no questions asked, or comped. All I got was a waitress ready to snicker to her fellow slicked hair colleagues of my okayedness toward my meal.
I noticed a playful group of workers with a bartender about to fill a water jug, look at my waitress and flirted to spray the water at her putting his right finger over top of the valve which would have caused pressure to spray water a great distance and douse that playful waitress of mine lol'ing amongst the group; so happy and playful they all are :) The bartender then filled that cold sweating silver jug of life's sweet nectar called water to the brim, and the waitress brought it directly to our table. I paused as she filled my friends glass completely oblivious to what had taken place. What exactly was on my mind at this time you ask? ... Well what had that bartender who had just showed up to help the other bartender out doing moments prior to coming upstairs? Well I'll give you some examples: picking his nose, scratching himself, gone number two, digging food out of his molar? The point is I had no idea, and stopped my friend directly in his tracks to omit from ever drinking from the unknown right finger glass. He may as well have put his entire hand in that jug, and stirred it around for what I had saw; the outcome would have been the same.
Will I return to 1410 after my experience? I told my two friends that if they wanted to come back here to just let me out of the vehicle and I'll take a cab home.
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