You know your friend who worked at a restaurant, who would say, "After working there, I will never eat there!" ?
Well, my opinion isn't far off.
Unfortunately, it seems the servers herd to a tyrannical management staff, succumbing to unreasonable demands that affect guests, such as the questionable methods of how the obtain names and email addresses for their eclub memberships. I mean... don't get me wrong, I hart free dessert on my birthday just like the next mindless cow, but how the heck DID I get on that mailing list?
I've personally witnessed ice buckets on the floor (though, I'm sure you wouldn't walk in there today and see that.....), spotty silverwear, Mice, dirty lettuce crusted glassware, watered down spaghetti, dried marinara stuck to my tablecloth, and a fair amount of rotting lettuce in the salad tong bins (as part of my tour through the restaurant, though that was left out before they pointed out big joe and his wife fatty).
There was one manager in particular who was roughly 6'6", who was downright discriminatory towards me, on at least 1 occasion.
Ultimately, I feel sorry for the staff who has to work under such poor management and corporate standards.
Dare I point out the amount of rotting food under the lazy susan at the so beloved pope's table?
Did I mention that I've seen MICE at this restaurant? Not rats, just little grey mice. cutie pie's really. eating my crumbs, like the sparrows at outdoor tables at mcdonalds.
I have a sneaking suspicion that some of the less trustworthy staff members are doing things like "double dropping", or god forbid writing in their own tips. but this is just a very reliable sneaking suspicion, more than a fact. borderline mistaken identity, kind of like bright on a sunny day.
I would dare to guess the next time you go there, that the soda filters are covered in bacteria. Maybe not bacteria, I'm no scientology major, but whatever that brown mucous-like goo is that forms under your dish rack at home, it's probably like that. and again, this is just a guess, but if it exists, it's probably like that. wait, i just thought, WHAT IF YOU LIFTED UP THE BLACK DRAIN THING? YUK!!!
but, for all I know, it's clean.
judging on the level of commitment I've seen from this place, they probably hose down the kitchen matts right next to the dish rack at the end of the night, again, a sneaking suspicion, kind of like how I suspect that my mom is a girl, and my dad is a boy, and one day they called the stork, and that stork dropped pickles in their chimney and then my mom got pregnant.
I dunno diary. You're spelled an awful lot like dairy, and from my experience, you're not to be trusted with what's inside of me either....
If I remember correctly, there was a strikingly handsome and creatively entertaining asian server who worked there, that I was pleased to know graced the walls of this particular location of on a regular basis. But, he must have moved on to something better, and whatever it may be, I hope he wasn't left with a sour taste in his mouth, and isn't doing things like leaving a 4000 character negative review online, on the night of a full moon.
Dairy, I wish you were more like soy, but no matter what anyone tells you, I'm not a baby cow, and I don't want you feeding me with your lies.
I hart calcium just like the next veal, but you belong in a helpless tender calf that doesn't know the difference between mezzo and mezza, which would be better off slaughtered by the hundreds.
Your secret crush,
J.Andres
P.S All Info in this review is accurate unless otherwise witnessed by you, my fellow consumer.
P.P.S. I'm buying my parent's dinner at the worthington location tomorrow, with free gift certificates! take that, pickf#ckers!!