I've ate at this Denny's a few times. Normally the service, and food is okay. But that was before my last experience there. Nobody offered us drinks, silverware, or any service after we were shown our seats. It's not like it was in the middle of lunch or dinner rush. Finally a girl from another section comes over. She explains she'll look over our table since the guy suppose to is "really busy" with other customers... again, we're not there during a rush. She was as helpful as she could be, and her service doesn't warrant the One Star rating. Our food came out fairly quickly. Soggy and greasy is how I'd describe it. I'm hungry, so I'll settle and eat it. My eyes were right...soggy. With a quarter of my plate gone I feel an unpleasant sharp pain in my gut and start to experience "bubble guts." I try to ignore the pain as long as I can, but the greasy food is lubricating my stomach, and disrupting my bowel. I can't take it any longer. I HATE using public restrooms, but this is an emergency! I clinch my cheeks together, and waddle my way to the restroom. Painfully and carefully making my way to the restroom, an employee apparently saw that we were racing to the same finish line. He turbo boosts into the only stall in the men's restroom. Defeated, I consider using the urinal as my throne. I didn't, considering the poor SOB who'd have to clean up after me. I waddle back to my booth. I watch the restroom door like a hawk. The employee finally evacuates after what feels like an hour of suffering. My stomach senses the stall is empty as it lets out a painful groan. I make my way back to the stall to have my nostrils insulted with the eye burning stench of human defecation. The employee unleashed what I assume is the vengeance of heavy drinking the night before... or he ate at this Denny's. Whatever though, I have to go. Talk about heartbreak and disappointment. The mother effing Denny's employee clogged my salvation, my freedom from suffering, my only hope. This guy who cheated me, who cut me in line to clogged the toilet, walks away without knowing the pain and misery he caused me. The bowl was filled with waste, and a turd shy of spilling over. I don't know how someone could make this mess, and not know it, and then walk away from it. read more