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So, so disappointed in our experience here. Truly, we should have known better because the eatery across the street had a line out the door of patrons gladly waiting for a table. We went there first but were too hungry and impatient to wait. Our first mistake. The second was worse. We walked to the closest restaurant, which unfortunately, was the Barrelhouse. We were literally the only patrons there from start to finish of our meal. Why didn't we see the signs? I blame my growling tummy. As we were seated, the grimy, smudged, crusty place settings screamed "Run!", but we didn't listen. No, we smiled politely and took our menus. As a brunch foodie, I was disappointed in the unimaginative offerings but made a selection. We scoured the water glasses trying to determine which was least likely to produce floaties or vomiting. My husband went without. The carafe of water was brought out, only to be spotted with black mold on the inside. Pass. Ordered a beer from a can instead. Once the plates of food were brought to the table, we both noticed a curly black hair on the table that had not been there previously. I don't know why but we ate our food. It wasn't great but really was the least worrisome of the whole filthy scene. There were two waitresses on duty, both of whom sat at the bar mist of the time staring into their phones. Ours was insincere and acted as if we were interrupting her chill time. Overall, the entire experience was awful and has caused me to take a vow to never again be unwilling to have standards in a food establishment at the risk of seeming rude.