Yesterday after a long absence I stopped in for lunch at the Old Fashioned. This was a mistake, and not because the tuna salad tasted singularly flavorless, even with the hard boiled egg slices and pimento garnish.
The irritant was my server, who appeared to be suffering from a raging case of gender bias. During my meal, she managed to address me as "hon", "sweetheart", and "my love". Yet the male customer seated to my left was not subjected to any of this borderline harassment and condescension by her. One could almost think that this waitress with the tattoos on her forearm was either trying to pick me up or is amazingly clueless.
Either way, I am not setting foot inside this creepy establishment again.