If you'd like to get more familiar with whiskey, you'd probably like this place. If you'd like to be racially discriminated against, you'd absolutely LOVE this place.
Let me start with the good, so I can get right into what matters.
1. YUMMY brussel sprouts, which are modified to reflect their signature stylings, either daily or weekly (I don't remember).
2. Truffle fries. Nuff said.
3. Lemon vinaigrette dressing. I've legit dreamed if drinking it.
Okay. That's over. That's done.
I came one evening after work. I must've only been thinking of those truffle fries because that's all I remember from that entire day LOL I came in and I noticed that the place was being managed by a team of all men. I was expecting to see Megan (*Meghan--Sorry if I misspelled your name, girl), who was the server I usually had when I came. Awesome service and energy!
There was a little bit of a crowd inside waiting for a happy hour event to begin. I was down to hang around for that. Why not?! Many of the tables had patrons in it already. A couple saw me looking around for seating and told me they'd be done soon. They offered their booth to me. Great! When I sat down, I was asked by one of the Dry 85 team members to get up since they had a couple "waiting" to be seated. Now, there's no host/hostess station here, and there are no reservations. In my experience, it's pretty first come, first serve--When there are many people inside and no reservations system. The "couple" waiting? Two people sitting at the bar, who'd likely been there before I came in. Guess what? They didn't move because they never wanted to sit in the booth I was in. Guess what, AGAIN? A *family* walked in and they were almost carried from the bar to the booth I wanted to sit in. They stumbled in. There was no reservation for this walk-in group. They were sat in the booth I was previously sitting in. Management didn't want me in the booth. Why? Why would they single me out? Man, I promise I asked myself the same thing, but I already knew it was prejudice-oriented.
So, fine! I got up and started to look for a seat again. *another couple* saw and offered their seat. I immediately sat down. I saw the servers (or bartenders who regularly went behind the bar? IDK they were all over the place) walking past each table where guests were sitting and *serving* them. Y'know, 'cause people who dine at tables get served. Oh, especially if you're not Black. I figured they'd make their way to my table when they had a chance. They didn't.
Maybe 12 minutes had gone by. No menu was placed in front of me, no water was brought to me--Hell! No server greeted or acknowledged me. This place is small and their aren't many tables. After watching that, left my belongings in the booth and walked over to the bar to ask for help/service, I was given water and menu. I went to sit back down. Maybe 15 minutes go by this time. My sugar level was low (I'm diabetic), I work a stressful job, and I just wanted to eat before I for sick. I go back over to the bar and the acting Manager had a smug look on his face as if *I* was inconveniencing him because I wanted service? Imagine that in a damn restaurant. The audacity! LOL Shameful!
I attempt to place my order and he tells me that I can order, but I'd have to pick my food up from the bar. It *would not* be served to me. I asked why and he answered ["The people here for the Happy Hour didn't rent the entire place out. You have to stand and let paying customers sit."] What an idiotic response, because if I'm ordering food, which we already established is not covered by the Happy Hour group, that means that I'd be *paying* for my tab, right? Having open food on a bar, while patrons and employees are reaching over, talking, sneezing, and/or coughing is unsanitary. He already said that I wouldn't be served, so how would I know when my food arrived to ensure that those things weren't happening over my food and drinks? That is not customary in *ANY* restaurant. Even sitting at bars, your food is *served* to you. I was floored. That was an arbitrary rule.
Wrapping up, I left. I went to the establishment next door (also owned by the same people) to leave a message with ownership. I wrote my name, contact, the office I worked for (That's a normal thing in Annapolis), and a brief explanation of what happened. Ownership never reached out. A manager never reached out. Weeks later, I learned that the owners said that they didn't have to respond because they're friends with and regularly donate to my former boss. Classy, right?
Annapolis is known to be prejudice and often times, straight up racist. If you're Black, please consider other establishments in Annapolis. Both, Dry 85 and Red, Red Wine are owned by the same people. The management is the same and there's a high chance your unsavory experience will be ignored. read more