It's a sad state when there are two people sitting at the bar and the manager has to come over and take 50 percent of the orders. This tall, male bartender on duty on Sunday, May 15th in the morning is constantly terrible. I've been coming here for years and it always seems like he purposefully ignores me, while moving at the pace of molasses. It's no wonder he gets this terribly terrific shift. I would mention his name, but after being half heartedly served by him on multiple occasions, I can't recall a single time where he smiled at me and told me his name. Normally I would give this place a solid 4 stars. Their food is great and when you get a server who isn't writing it in, every single time, you tend to have a pleasant experience. But this time they, and by they I mean the unnamed bartender, get one star. Good luck with that, Yard House.