brandon P.
Google
If customer service had a bottom level, Balzac’s dug a basement and started renting rooms down there. I spelled my name out slowly like I was auditioning for Sesame Street and they still butchered it. I’m convinced they collect wrong names like hockey cards.
They also ignored my sister so hard she basically didn’t exist. I don’t know if their staff only sees every second customer or if acknowledging people is extra, but the energy was “NPC glitching in the corner of a video game.”
Then came the bill: $30 for a lifeless egg and cheese sandwich, a water bottle that looked like it came from a hotel minibar, and coffee that tasted like it lost a dare. I’ve had better coffee from a gas station machine labeled “Out of Order.”
Honestly, Balzac’s is proof that vibes alone can’t save a place. Spend your money somewhere else like literally anywhere with functioning taste buds and human decency.