Yup, Estelles gets the honor of being my very first review ever, so here goes...
I've been to Estelles like maybe ten times in my life (life= since I became legal over two years ago) and it has always just been whatever. I was always pretty drunk by the time I got there and the only thing I could ever remember about it was becoming more sober and more annoyed (due to the long wait to get a drink and even just to go to the bathroom). But about two weeks ago on a slow, miserably cold night, I was reunited with this asshole of an establishment.
I already had an idea of how bad it was but I was talked into coming here by the bf and two other friends and they kept saying they had good food and I was starving. We walked in and slowly made our way over to the bar where we were obviously being ignored by the dorky bald bartender, repeatedly. I was staring at him, I smiled, waved a little. Nothin. This went on for quite some time and then a less asshole-ish (and much better looking) bartender guy with hair actually walked over, looked me in the face and asked me if I wanted anything(he is the only reason I am giving one measly star but its not like i have a choice). Seriously, this was like a dream come true for me at that point. I ordered a veggie burger w/ fries and a whiskeyncoke from the seemingly nice man but of course it took forever, and the place was not even busy. As my hunger grew more intense I wanted to scream cuz they were all just dicking around instead of making my food I knew I paid too much for. I finished my tiny, weak-ass mixed drink way before we even got our food.
My bf got a real cheeseburger which he said was good but he eats food so damn fast that I doubt he even really tasted it. Mine was not too bad but my mouth was flaming hot after eating just a few of the fries (maybe lay off the fire seasoning a little bit?) . I then ran back to the bar and waited another ten minutes for a water for a frieking water! I finished my burger and gave up on the stupid volcano fries that even my bf was complaining about so I knew I wasnt going nuts. Also, every single bottle of ketchup I found on the tables or was given to by the bartenders were near empty, are you kidding me?!...
After our dissapointing ketchup-less meal, we sat in our booth trying to digest and I looked over and saw somebodys mom and dad dancing to an Elvis Prestley song. Not even in a cute old married couple kind of way. It was more like an old drunk couple at a wedding, or a 50+ singles retreat or something. It freaked me out and I knew then it was time to leave and never, ever come back.
I think the people who work here (minus the the one normal guy) must think they are special and are justified to be dicks cuz they work at the crotch... Guess what guys, ur not, ur just assholes.
P.S. the little dark haired cocktail waitress who works here bumped into me with her body AND her empty tray as she was zooming around the joint. She did this not once, twice, but THREE fucking times! When I was only there for one hour! And I didnt even get an apology or any kind of acknowlegment of her obviously ramming into me like a crazy stampeding rhino. Like really?!.... wutabitch.
edit: this review was removed so im putting it back up. once again this proves that estelles employees are a bunch of self-righteous babies that whined to get my bad review removed. well its going back up. SUCK IT ESTELLES!! read more