Abby D.
Yelp
"You'd have a better dining experience at a DMV."
Ah, Shuckin' Shack Oyster Bar -- where time stands still, tables remain unwiped, and drinks are more of a myth than a menu item.
We waited and waited and waited... for everything... enough time to learn a new language at the end of it all. One margarita never arrived. No staff could tell us? It may still be in limbo, somewhere between the bar and the void. The table was never cleared, essential items not provided at the onset (napkins and cutlery seemingly unavailable luxury items at this place), really setting the tone for what would become an evening of slow, sticky disappointment.
Our waitress was lovely -- truly sweet -- but tragically untrained. She appeared as confused by the menu as we were by the fact that the restaurant was allowed to open in this condition.
Food? Well. After over an hour, oysters finally arrived, presumably via rowboat. Unfortunately, they were as exciting as wet gravel. Mains were no better -- lukewarm, missing items listed on the menu, and completely unremarkable. Honestly, we left hungry.
The best part? Trying to pay was a saga. No one came. No one noticed. We just wanted to leave so we could actually go eat dinner -- which, hilariously, is why we came in the first place.
Yes, we were told "We've only just opened" -- multiple times. But let me assure you, the prices were fully mature.
The 'managers' (possibly too strong a word here) and owner drifted through the space, ineffective, invisible, and entirely unfazed.
If this is how it runs not even a week in, I shuckin' dread what's to come.