I.M. P.
Yelp
7/21/22 6:10 pm......The Haymarket...maybe it should be....Hey, don't go their! Walked in with miss wifey and the hostess was as sweet as she could be! Got seated at bar and
Was immediately accosted by DJ. RBF. Expressionless, no smile, no friendly, no welcome, no happy, no way. Maybe her blonde pony tail was pulled back too tight? Maybe she was contemplating life? Regardless, she gave us an immediate feeling of dislike. We asked her if they had domestics? NO!....but it sounded more like NO PEASENT, BACK TO HELL WITH YOUR UNCULTURED TASTE!!! DAMN YOU! CANT YOU TELL!!?? WE ARE
A MICROBREWERY!!!!! Maybe i exaggerated a scoche. But in so many words....
Anywho..wifey ordered a beer and I asked for a Coke. "We're out of coke" was her dry lifeless reply. No suggestions, no help, just dead silence. Wifey asked if they had tea, "yea, we got tea".
She rolled her eyes in a very condescending way and went to get our drinks......Dead silence,
I new wifey was ready to strike,
I could feel her eyes, glaring, burning into my neck. I nervously cleared my throat, she leaned into me, her warm breath in my ear....she whispered softly..."oh, hell no!" I knew she was serious, baby was from east side SB. NO PLAYIN!
We decided to get a pretzel appetizer. With Gouda cheese and spicy mustard. Placed that pretzel order at 6:15 while we waited DJ RBF proceeded to change records on the record player (yes, I said record player)
Walk from one end of the bar too the other while silently passing judgement on those of us with a less then refined pallette. Like an SS concentration camp gaurd she watched with disdain, no smile, never! Rude without saying a word. Around 6:35 I became a little concerned, no pretzle in sight, meanwhile 5-6
Of them came from the kitchen.
I looked around, saw DJ RBF Standing in the corner of the bar
Looking down at the insects in her bar...I approached her and nicely asked "hey, how much longer on that pretzel?"
She looked left, right, then down too the floor. Avoiding all eye contact she mumbled...I'll check...and went to the POS "ahh...It will be a minute" she spat over her shoulder. Another way of saying" go sit the fuck down fat boy!" I sat down, smiling at wifey, " ahh, it will be a minute..." I Stammered, another waitress brought our pretzle a few minutes later. It was cold,
Not cool, cold, cheese sauce, cold. Not room temp. cold. We were famished...we ate. I asked DJ RBF
when she bought the check " hey, you guys make these pretzles? She stopped, took a deep breath, turned her head slightly" Yes " she lied, "right out of the oven" ....LIAR!!!!
I can get a warm pretzle at Ben's, hell a gas station, and warm cheese! Really hoped it would be good, ya know? The pizza looked fantastic, but I will never know. As long as that nasty, condescending, damaged person is there I won't be. Please vote for my review and check out the I.M.P.s other review. I only write about the baddens!
Rude without saying a word