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| - I think I am banned from here. Read on to find out why you should not be forced into the same situation yourself...
I guess first off, I should mention that their food is really as good as other reviews claim it to be. The meat literally melts in your mouth, fries are as good as they get and the pickle is what you would imagine the perfect pickle to be.
All was good in da hood. Service was initially very good. But it all went downhill when my friend finished his can of Coke. We waited until our waiter came around, then he asked "Sir, could I have another can of Coke please?" The waiter replied no problem, right away... then 5 minutes goes by. Then 10. Then 15. 20 minutes, and the dude does not come back with my buddy's Coke. We were pretty sure he forgot by then, so when he came around again, my friend asked him for the Coke again (not rudely, but very politely as before).
Things started to go really sour from there... the guy started giving us the kind of screw face that only the old Eastern European dudes permanently carry around. Then he muttered something in French, which we could kind of tell was an insult because the locals surrounding us started snickering.
Another 5 minuets passes by until the Coke finally arrives... slammed on top of the table. WTF? Why so much attitude buddy?
So by this time, we are pretty much done our meal.. we grab the can of Coke to go, and ask for the cheque. Even though we waited 20 minutes for Coke, we receive this promptly. The awesome part? He followed by two finger taps on the table, with instructions to "leave the tip here."
Hahahaha!! I could not believe this guy! I've seen some guys with big balls, but this guy has the biggest balls of all time! You want me to leave you tip? I have never in my life had anyone ask for tip before.. never mind by someone who gave us kiss my ass service. So after having a chuckle at his face, I grabbed the cheque and paid the cashier.
Then we hit the sidewalks and started walking to our cars... out of no where, we start hearing some angry French speaking dude yelling at us. We turned around, and sure it enough it is Mr. Big Balls himself. When he had caught up with us, he had a copy of the cheque in his hand, and was doing math to figure out how much we should tip him.
My friend and look at each other and started bursting out laughing. We turned around and kept on walking, while LOLing non-stop... and of course, we heard lots of follow up French cursing from the angry man.
Hey if the owners are reading this... control your people. Your establishment is legendary, no argument there. But your staff have that soup Nazi attitude because of your popularity. And how ironic is that?
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