With the first visit, the service and food was poor..Willing to give it another try This time walked in for the advertised happy hour. It was only for one particular draft beer, and the wine cost was prohibitive.Trudging on because the poor waitress was trying to make us happy, we were seated and ordered drinks. Before we could get a look at the menu, our ears were blasted with the loudest country music I've ever encountered. We looked at each other shocked and tried to figure if we could deal with it.
We walked to the entrance, apologized to our waitress who offered to seat us outside the restaurant just at the side of the mall entrance/exit doors. No, not looking to picnic. There is a country song that goes: Sorry, sometimes your best just ain't good enough.
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