I like Uncle Sam's, my kids like uncle Sam's. The wings are awesome and the sandwiches kick some serious ass. But, that's right there is a but...they need to decide whether they want to be a family type place or a sportsbar catering to drunken idiots.
I know to expect that the bubble-headed hostesses will be clueless, and the service will most likely be average to below-average. I know these things, and I accept them in order to get my fix of the awesomeness known as honey-hot chicken wings. I just deal with it.
So, Saturday night. The kids, my GF and myself headed over to U Sam's for some grub. Proabably about 6:30 or so. The hostess sat us right next to the front door, and right next to a booth occupied by 6 drunken assholes. Constantly getting up and down, jumping around, yelling, and loudly cursing. I sat there and took it, the GF and kids just gave me the look that said "please don't go over and have a talk with those jerks". Just let it go. And I did. Until finally, my GF had had enough and went searching for the manager. I'll just leave the story right there.
Suffice to say that the manager was an incompetant boob of a woman who might be better off managing a Uhaul dealership.
So, Uncle Sam. Please figure out what it is you want to be, train your staff and maybe I'll go back. But for now, it's going to be call-ahead to go orders.