Christopher V.
Yelp
My wife and I have been going to this place for years just for the arcade, and as long as that's all you're doing, it's been fine. We go, play till we are bored and usually leave with a handful of chips left. If that's all you're going for, it'll be okay. You get a start for that.
However, the food there is a completely different story. Every. Single. Time. I get terribly sick. The first time, it was the missing work for a week kind of sick. That time, I figured it was just from being out in public, though it wasn't Covid, flu, strep, or anything else the doctors could test for. I did my week or two of penance and thought nothing of it.
But, what about those tickets we've racked up from years of going to Dave & Busters, I hear you ask? Good question! We thought, my wife loves pizza and churros, let's grab some free food coupons! Oh, how naive we were. When we got our food, I was so hungry I ate down two pieces and was working on a third when I realized that the "cheese" tasted super doughy. Upon closer inspection, we find that the flatbread was completely raw! Even after the cheese had cooled and hardened, we could probably have pulled out the dough and formed it into new little pizzas.
I hate sending back food, but that was completely inedible. We told our waitress that it was raw and we didn't want another one and she took it away and said she would mention it to the manager. Who knows if she did, we never saw the manager. The churros were nothing special. It kinda tasted like they were raw in the middle too, but I'm not sure if it was just the caramel filling being so mild it tasted like raw dough. Either way, not really recommended.
Later that night, the vengeance of D&B Dough dutifully doled out its demonic discipline. It started as stomach pain, which I assumed would fade in time. After a night of difficult sleep, I awoke with a dizziness which had me worried that I couldn't walk down the stairs and a nausea like I had never experienced. I fought my way through an hour of church, but couldn't stay much longer. I thought that perhaps some nice pleasant and mild melon would help settle the stomach and make it happier. My saving grace was that melon is relatively pleasant in both directions, although pleasant is not the way I would describe the experience of being converted into a pizza and melon fountain until there was nothing left to remove.
And this is where we find me, alone in a bathroom desperately trying to express the liquid that has become my bowels from both ends until my fever abates and I finally exorcise myself off the doughy demon that holds me captive.
Avoid the food, but the games are ok.