Ieshia T.
Yelp
One star for the roasted oysters and the initial drink
This is long, sorry ahead of time. I've attended several Yelp Elite events at True Chesapeake and had been looking forward to returning for HH. I especially love their roasted oysters & told so many friends & coworkers about them, along with the overall vibe of the place. When I found out their oysters come from the same creek where my family owns land, it felt personal. That connection made it feel even more special
After waiting so long, I finally had the chance to go back. Unfortunately, it was on a very difficult day. I had just received heartbreaking news from the vet that my doggie baby was nearing the end of his life. With everything going on, I was really looking forward to happy hour at True Chesapeake as a way to lift my spirits.
It was less than a 10-minute drive from the vet, and I was determined to make it before happy hour ended. Parking was a little tricky, but I eventually found a spot. A manager kindly held the door open for me, and I thought things were off to a good start as I sashayed on in.
I was eventually given a regular menu and had to ask about the HH specials. The only food item on the happy hour menu was the $2 oysters, either roasted or raw, along with a few select cocktails like old fashioneds, daiquiris, and margaritas which all had their own dedicated section in the binder.
Already having had such a rough day, I decided on no alcohol so I didn't get more depressed, but as I flipped through their full cocktail menu, one drink caught my eye. The El Diablo which included ginger syrup, crème de cassis (I quickly googled and found out it was a french liqueur made from blackcurrants) and reposado. Now these are ingredients I love. I ended up ordering that and half a dozen of roasted oysters.
I let the bartender know I was going to the restroom so my drink could be made in my presence. However, when I returned, my drink was already sitting on the bar. I debated on asking for another since I feel completely safe drinking it but chalked it to the game. . . .
The oysters arrived quickly and were absolutely delicious! I didn't remember exactly how they taste it I just knew that they were phenomenal and again, the same. The cheese was perfectly browned, the oysters were juicy and flavorful, and I made sure to enjoy every last drop. I even had friendly conversations with the people sitting next to me about them. Everything about the food was exactly what I had hoped for.
Still hungry, I ordered another round of both the oysters and the El Diablo. This time, a different bartender made my drink, and it tasted noticeably different--lighter, almost like it was made with ginger ale instead of syrup. I asked about it and was told that it was me the same way although I visually got to tell it wasn't the same and the garnishments for different as well. I again chalked it and sipped while enjoying the oysters.
When I asked for my check, I was shocked to see it was over $60. The cocktails hadn't been given happy hour pricing. I mentioned it to the bartender, and she explained that the El Diablo wasn't part of the happy hour menu. I was surprised, especially since I had asked for the happy hour offerings at the start and assumed the drink I picked was included. She said she would talk to her manager to have a discounted and walked off.
A manager I recognized from a past event came over and I explained the confusion and was immediately dismissed. She offered no understanding or acknowledgment and told me it was my fault for ordering something that wasn't on the happy hour menu. Her tone felt condescending and cold, and I was left speechless. I wasn't arguing over the price since I accepted that I made a mistake. What I didn't expect was to be treated so dismissively. After she said her speil, my mouth hung open and the only thing I could reply was the bartender said that you could discount it for me. She stated she would go ask her manager and quickly returned stating that the pricing was clearly listed and there was nothing they could do. I didn't ask to speak with whom she'd spoken with, if she indeed did, because I was informed Patrick wasn't there when I inquired earlier after not seeing him and I wasn't familiar with the other manager although I had seen him before. She asked if there was something else she could help me with, and I simply said, "I guess not" and quickly paid.
I walked to my car feeling hurt and embarrassed, with literal tears running down my face. I had been looking forward to this moment for so long. I needed comfort, and instead I felt dismissed and disrespected.
True Chesapeake had been one of my favorite spots. I was genuinely excited to return and share the experience again but after how I was treated, I no longer feel comfortable recommending them. The oysters are still fantastic, but no meal is worth being made to feel like that.