Edward S.
Yelp
Well, we made reservations, showed up on time, and then hilarity ensued. We were seated in a corner semi-circular table that looked to be a continuation of the 8 top next to it, complete with what could only be described ( our table) as a Chuck-E-Cheese Ambassador without his Adderall, bouncing around with a stupid faux moustache made of potentially delicious? salsa remnants.
"No, Young miss, this will not do. You will seat us away from THAT." I'm no Jeddie Knight, but to her credit, she did move us.
We were then seated at the two top next to the band who, happily, were really really good singers with beautiful sounds coming from them. I didn't even mind the level of decibels, truth be told.
This is where the review ends. We waited, and we waited, and then I had a birthday, and then we waited some more. No one ever came to our table. As we left, we mentioned our dissatisfaction to the male shift-leader at the front, who quickly replied, "No one told your server that you were sitting there."
With such deference to their work-flow lapse, spoken like a man who was not going to even think about apologizing on the spot, this told me everything I will ever need to know about Que Bueno Suerte in Platt Park. ¡Que Mala Suerte!"
Bonus- - we discovered Jacks on Pearl, a phenomenal steakhouse that welcomed us with an A-Team that made no excuses. Ed Shuherk