This will be brief. Found the place online.
Read about it. Menu sounded interesting. We haven’t been out for a
while. Off we go. It’s right next door to Dan’s Dogs. We talked
about it walking into Dans but had forgotten all about it. We even
knew exactly what we were ordering. When we stepped inside there
wasn’t a table in sight that wasn’t covered in garbage, we picked
the one that seemed to have the least and waited. And waited. And
waited. Not a single staff member even glanced in our direction.
Maybe they were too busy clearing tables or something…oh that’s
right, in-freakin-possible.
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We waited a while longer, listened to the other couple of customers scream at each other to be heard over the blaring television. At that point we saw four employees, one experiencing some existential crises behind the bar and three servers. One of the servers picked up four glasses and walked off with the others in tow. That’s when we left and went to the Corkscrew Saloon.
I almost called the cops when we left because if there is an owner
paying employees for this; that amounts to thievery and someone
should be held responsible. Then it dawned on me. If the owner is
too distant, too busy, too lazy to ensure their place is being
handled, I would call that “just desserts”. Dear God, I hope they
weren't actually there. Anyone who would leave
their livelihood in the hands of such unmotivated, incompetent and
indolent humans deserves to have their pockets picked clean and left
to wonder what happened. The name should be changed to Sullied…which
is what they managed to do to the concept of hospitality. This place
is the opposite of Mulligan's in Canton.
Irish shame. Can’t wait
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F | F | F | N/A | F | F | ||
Honestly, Who Knows or Cares | Leaving |