Jenny Pergison
Google
For the service and atmosphere, this place was initially wonderful. I’m a single mom — I don’t get to go out much, so when I do, I cherish my rare “me time.” This used to be a spot where a woman could unwind, make friends if she wanted, or simply exist without feeling pressured to engage.
But that all changed one evening. There was this plump, young, beady-eyed man who honestly looked like he might have thyroid issues — and his gaze was… unsettling. His eyes were fixed on me in a way that made my skin crawl. I understand it’s evening, maybe he thought it was harmless to approach the opposite sex, but he just wouldn’t leave me alone. He hovered, he lingered, and the worst part? He was doing it to every woman there.
It stopped feeling like a safe, comfortable escape and started feeling like I needed someone to intervene. Seriously, someone put him on a leash.