Patrick N.
Yelp
This review is intended for the owner of the Skyline. When we spoke earlier today (8/1/12) you expressed an interest in knowing why an unhappy customer was leaving your establishment. Hopefully you happen across this, as I was truly infuriated this evening and I apologize for not being able to give you this explanation in person. I had been heckled for over two hours and was either fighting or leaving, so I left.
I arrived by myself and took a seat at the end of the bar. I didn't bother anyone, and no one really said anything to me. Good so far.
Shortly after my friend arrived, there were a few jokes about the fact that my (awesome) mustache is really creepy & awkward. I'll let you in on a little secret . . . that's the point; I don't want or need to deal with people I don't already know and the creepy mustache accomplishes that nicely. Where I run into trouble is with drunks, a-holes & guys with something to prove - and you've got the tri-fecta: the short guy with the buzz cut.
After a few rounds of jokes, the laughing at my expense died down and my friend & I proceeded to chat. After a few minutes, I realized that I had yet to ask the bartender if I could plug my phone in, as the battery had died on my way to the bar and the only charger I had on me was a wall charger. In order to break the ice on an awkward request, I volunteered that I needed my phone to work so that I could check in with my wife. And guess who chimes in again for some laughs . . .
I'm a good sport, and don't get me wrong, I like to laugh at something that's funny. But I also know how to mind my own business, sense when someone else isn't "having fun" anymore and most importantly, I don't f with dudes with creepy mustaches. Isn't that common sense?
So now our meal comes, and my roast beef sandwich is inedible. Inedible may be a little too strong, I guess it was physically possible for me to eat the sandwich, but my jaw wouldn't have worked for a week after because it was like biting through a leather belt. I took two bites, nibbled on some fries and said nothing to the bartender about my thoughts on the meal because I had already decided I wouldn't be returning again and didn't see the point in causing a fuss. When she inquired as to whether or not I was getting full, I responded that I "wasn't fond of the roast beef". That's it. Loud mouth down the lane kicks in again and decides to give me a hard time because the sandwich I was served wasn't good.
I'll give you our exchange for a bit here almost verbatim:
HIM: Tasted like horse right?
ME: What's wrong with horse meat?
YOU WALK OUT AND JOIN HIS FRIEND AT THE END OF THE BAR
HIM: You wouldn't tell the owner that. . .
ME: Sure I would, he should know if the food isn't great
HIM: Hey, this guy says your sandwich is worse than horse meat
YOU APPROACH ME AND TRY TO ASCERTAIN WHAT'S GOING ON.
HIM: He said your sandwich takes like horse meat . . . NONSENSICAL HORSE REFERENCE.
ME: I said that I wasn't fond of it but did not refer to it as horse meat.
HIM: Hiho Silver . . . I have a small one . . . the last time I saw a woman naked was 1994 . . YOU GET THE POINT.
I EXPLAIN TO YOU THAT THE LOUDMOUTH IS JUST BEING A JERK.
From this point until the time I flipped out and left, you were making brief appearances at the bar throughout a near constant stream of harassment. And it seemed to be the case that the laughing from that side of the bar would erupt each and every time that you made an appearance, and then you'd disappear back into the kitchen. I'll give you this - at least you didn't laugh in a customer's face.
Then the best part of it all was when I had to come back for my phone and we had another chance to chat. You probably thought you had made a breakthrough and were about to figure out what you could do to make the situation right, when you admitted that the biggest d-bag I've come into contact with in the last 6 years isn't a regular, he's a freaking employee.
I will not be visiting again. That's over and done with, and at this point you'd probably prefer it. On the other hand, I'm well-off, well-spoken, and really pissed. So it definitely is to your detriment as I'm going to go out of my way to encourage other people to only eat / drink / visit your establishment when that guy is not working. I think you should fire him. Until you do, he'll be giving you a bad name.
That being said, anyone considering the Skyline, I highly encourage you to go, but if there's some 5'2, buzz-cut wearing guy behind the bar/at the door - tell him to f off and walk right out. Everyone else has been awesome the other times I've been in, and the beer is cold. I won't recommend the food, because I've only eaten there twice and 0.500 isn't something to brag about in my book. He's a jerk and unless you desire to spend your time either being harassed or watching someone else be harassed (and maybe that's your thing) you're better off elsewhere.