The servers were all standing around in the bar watching tv when we walked in, the employees at the front door were more interested in talking to one another than us.
There was a cheesy ‘band’ in the back playing a bunch of old music, with a GUY playing a clarinet. We sat in the bar and laughed while a bunch of blue hairs hobbled in and out of the room with the band; the place was almost deserted by 8pm.
Some old man was walking around introducing himself as the owner, and we heard him say the same thing to EVERYONE he talked to; it was creepy.
One of the chef’s (?) came out of the kitchen and stood at the front door, only to further distract the girls working up there. The food (once they got the right stuff to us, after bringing us someone elses food; and then having to figure out who had what) was a joke, the way it looked on the plate reminded me of something i would get at a wedding, too much weird stuff. Apparently it was a brand new menu and the bartender fully admitted he had no idea what the half of the stuff was, and could unfortunately offer no help in us making a decision. We didn’t ask, we just assumed.
I’m not sure if there was even a manager on duty, the inmates were clearly running the disorganized asylum. if you want to be entertained by the shock of this place even being called a restaurant; by all means, go and enjoy the show. Otherwise, stay far away.
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