Michael W.
Yelp
Stopped in before xmas after an artisan. Great Guinness pour. Warm greetings all around upon entrance. It may have been the football, but very 'bro' and 'poochy.' And by that I mean, many bros, many bras, and many pooches.
The noise level alone from the table next to us was a force. That element continued to grow as more and more attendants entered and made their way to this same table that was already at max capacity. More people, more dogs, the table grew and amassed into unprecedented proportions, it started to swell and grow into the neighboring areas. On top of this, the ever constant hovering and swarming of the staff, swooping in, bringing this, snatching that, removing this, all contributed to a growing dread that either the table next to us was going to eventually explode into us, or that the staff would remove us themselves. It was all very bizarre and disconcerting.
Food involved brie special (meh), spicy tomato soup (meh), and pork belly reuben, which imho, was some of the best pork belly I have encountered.
It was all a lost though, due to the ever present table stress and the 'next' processing of the staff. I kid you not, as soon as we stood up, staff started processing the table, my wife went to the rest room, mere feet away, we waited up front for her, by the time she reached us to leave, she said an entirely new party was seated at our table as she walked by.
Take away? The turn game is strong here, but the art of the customer is lost.