Brandon N.
Google
Came in on a Tuesday night and saw the sign that said, “please seat yourself,” so I grabbed a table. 5 minutes later, a manager came over and told me that area was closed for a private event so I’d have to find a seat elsewhere. I told him no problem, and said I’m fine with a table anywhere outside. He then told me I was next up but… it’s first come first serve, so I have to find one. I looked around and said, “Ok, seems like I’m first. How can I lock up the next bussed table?” I was then told they’re short on bussers, so “I kind of just have to sit down when someone gets up.”
So, a table of 5 got up and I asked a server if I could grab that table. She said yes and directed me to stand next to it and a busser would be over to clear it in a moment. 10 minutes later, my wife and son arrived, and still no busser.
So we stood there for another 10 minutes and asked another server if someone would be over to clear the dirty dishes and old food any time soon. She told me, “Oh you just gotta push that off to the side and grab a seat.” I thought she was joking and just kind of stared. She then said, “Sorry, our dishwasher is suing us and it’s a crazy day. Here, I’ll help you,” and proceeded to grab a few of the dishes she could carry. Another 10 minutes and still no one to clear the rest of the food from the table. So since the sun set in the 40 minutes that I waited, we left and went to a burger joint down the road.
I feel a bit weird writing this, as I normally only write Google reviews to recognize great service and commend local business. But… this was too wild not to document. I’ve been a server, bartender, bouncer, and manager. Any one of my bosses would’ve roundhouse kicked me in the face if I’d ever told a guest to buss their own table and have a seat. That’s before even talking about the lack of host/hostess, seating chart, “section closed” sign, or management presence.
Abso. Lutely. Wild.