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This place is one weird,
schizophrenic joint. On the one hand you have the local, after-work
crowd, and on the other you have the marauding bands of Germans in
their green socks and double-decker bus badges. The latter of the
two groups makes its exit around the same time the former rolls in
for beers and grub. There are $9 French dip sandwiches and $14 nachos.
Um, fourteen bucks for a plate of cheese, chips, and salsa? While
the sandwich was actually decent, there's no way in hell I'm droppin'
that kind of cash on a crappy Mexican appetizer at a bar! The seating
situation is bordering on horrid, as waitresses rush around trying
to pull tables together, stealing chairs from your table and giving
you the hairy eyeball until you pay up and get the hell out. One night
we had the pleasure of sitting essentially in the laps of two girls
who referred to all football players as "those people."
When pressed on what they meant, they said "you know, fat, stupid
blacks." Check please! That unpleasantness aside, we don't think
the place breeds racism or dumbasses, but it certainly spawns boredom
after about nine o'clock or so. The place is set up so poorly that
it can't hold onto its happy hour clientele. They eat and leave. They
stand at the bar and realize that they could be somewhere way cooler,
with more beers on tap and cheaper food. [MF]
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