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Let's start off by saying
this place is run by The Three Stooges. Actually, we have no idea
if there are three of them, but the level of ineptitude is shockingly
Stooge-like. The night we were there, they booked a party of about
twenty-five and tried to stick them out on this porch right behind
our table. The problem? It was about three degrees outside, and the
porch wasn't covered. As they prepped the porch for these unfortunate
people, they kept opening the door and letting the freezing air blow
into the dining room. While we were right next to the door and received
the majority of the arctic blast, I looked around and saw the other
diners wrapping themselves in their coats. Of course the large party
tried to sit out there for about two seconds, and came filing back
into the restaurant pissed off and cold. It was a disaster. Anyway,
enough about that. I actually enjoyed my beef ribs. Unfortunately,
I was alone in my praise of the food. Almost to a person (nobody else
had the ribs), our party of ten or so disliked their meals. That really
means a lot when you take into account the fact everyone was drinking
pitcher after pitcher of margarita (usually this kills the taste buds
and makes even the worst food tolerable). Oh, and these pitchers were
somewhere in $40-$50 range a piece. Holy shit, what a rip! And these
weren't kegs of margarita, they were smallish plastic containers filled
with five dollars worth of tequila, thirty cents of margarita mix
and maybe a splash of lime juice (maybe). It must be the damn ice
that's so expensive. So we get the bill, and the thing is astronomical.
Let's recap: we got mediocre to poor food, watered-down margaritas,
bad service and froze our asses off. And for this we get the pleasure
of shelling out a bunch of our hard-earned cash. No thanks. [MF]
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