My wife and I went in after we got posted in. We went with our two kids and were told to seat ourselves. We proceeded to wait for our waitress to basically toss our menus onto the table. She was very short with myself and my wife. She gave a little attitude when we asked if our kids could have something to colour.
We waited another several minutes before she came back to ask what we wanted to drink. She was very busy "feeling up" someone who works in the back. Not impressed. When our kids asked for milkshakes, I saw her ROLL HER EYES. Not okay.
Someone else brought our food. She had long dark hair and was very pleasant. She refilled our drink and checked on us. The good was good and a good price. We would have gone back and asked for different server if it wasn't for what she did when we went up to pay.
My wife left a tip on the table. I went up to the counter to settle the bill. When she printed the receipt and saw I haven't left anything, I heard her mumble "seriously? Thanks a lot". I wanted to walk over to the table and take whatever my wife had left her. I kept our receipt with her name at the bottom. So thank you, Wendy, for one of my worst restaurant going experiences. My wife and I have since named you "droopy". Perhaps menopause is a good time to give up your customer service job.
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