The burgers are good. Steaks are tasty. And that kid who does the dishes and looks like Wonderbread happens to be sitting in my recliner. But the service . . .
An hour and 20 minutes
from the time we ordered to the time our food arrived.
A table of 5 who came in at the same time we did had already eaten and left.
A table after us got their food half an hour before us.
And then we were told we couldn’t pay separately, although we were by now running late for a movie. Until the other waiter said Okay, I’ll help you. Not ours, the OTHER one.
Personally I wouldn’t have chosen it in the first place, only because I can’t eat meaty red beefy burgers or steak without spending the next two hours trapped in a movie theater seat blaming the toxic gas on the man sitting next to me. Who I happen to be married to. And even though he told me that would be okay with him, I just couldn’t do it.
I’ve done enough serving in my day to really wonder what was going on!