I was recently passing through Oconomowoc, Wisconsin and found myself in need of some food. I utilized the "NEAR ME" feature on my YELP app to assist me in finding a local eatery that would satisfy my hankering for a traditional Wisconsin breakfast. Out of all the places "NEAR ME" at the time, George Webb was the only breakfast joint that featured, lot parking.
For the record, I can, and have parallel parked many a time, but it was early in the morning and I had a rear cargo area filled with luggage. It doesn't even really matter... I mean it shouldn't, not to you anyway... The point is, my choice to avoid any restaurant requiring me to leave my pristine vehicle sitting on the street like a hooker, would end up being my undoing. Well, "undoing" may be a little over the top. Let's me just say this, I picked George Webb solely because it had a parking lot. In the spirit of honesty, I do have to point out that although this "restaurant" did come equip with a temporary vehicle storage area, it wasn't one that they should be proud of. It appeared as if the lot hadn't been refinished since The Dawn Of The Age Of Aquarius, and that was a long time ago.
In regards to the parking lot, I will award a total of no stars. This parking lot is a disgrace to all other parking lots and should be ashamed of itself. This parking lot clearly has no friends.
The inside of this filthy establishment looks like it hasn't been updated or cleaned since the doors first opened. Yes, I still decided to eat here. It was hot, and I was hungry.
My menu was just a tad stickier than my table top, but that didn't bother the giant beetle that was using it for a futon. For most of our meal, including the photo session I did with him, he was perceived dead. It wasn't until our food came that he decided to, flip over and excuse himself from our booth. It was obvious to me, by the manner in which he sauntered away, that he wasn't charmed by our table talk.
Regarding overall cleanliness, I would give this dump 1 star and that's only because I don't want you to judge me for eating in a place that earned 0 stars for cleanliness.
Our waitress had the personality of dried cumin. ~ Cumin (/kjumn/ or UK /kmn/, US /kumn/) (Cuminum cyminum) is a flowering plant in the family Apiaceae, native from the east Mediterranean to Pakistan/India. My sincerest apologies to dried cumin. This little ball of fire didn't really know the menu as well she probably should have. Turns out, she may not have even been an employee at all. I say this because one would assume, that an employee of an 1100 square foot restaurant should have been able to navigate her way to our table every 30 minutes or so. This little darling could not. I only discovered our waitress' name when she finally brought me the bill. I mean why introduce yourself or wear a name tag? I'm going to spare Little Miss Moonshine the embarrassment of using her name in this post, God forbid any of her family members or friends discover she working in this place. In my fantasy, at least twice per week, she pens a letter to her folks, telling them that she found a job reading stories to sick children, taking the elderly shopping or euthanizing puppies. Each one, a more respectable endeavor.
In regards to our waitress, I assign 1 star. I'm not a monster.
Finally, the food. As I typed "Finally, the food," I thought to myself, the reader may have interpreted that sentence to mean, "FINALLY! THE FOOD!" like I'm trying to get the point across that it took along time to have our food made and brought to our table.
That's exactly what I'm saying. Looking back, I wish it would have NEVER come. These cheeseburgers were worse than the abhorrent, pork parts cheeseburgers my sister-law tricked our family into eating, a few weeks prior. She didn't really look at packaging because she's a vegetarian and obviously wasn't too concerned with our happiness, but I digress. There is no possible way that George Webb's is known for its hamburgers or cheeseburgers. Unless of course they're known for having shitty ones, that I would believe. They did have decent fries though.
I don't even give their food a star. It doesn't even deserve to be on a star scale. I'll reluctantly give it a "Mister Yuck" sticker, and they're extremely lucky they're getting that. Not only will this place and anyone affiliated with it never earn a Michelin Star, they shouldn't even be able to buy a Michelin tire.
This place is bogus. Spend your money on a gas station chimichanga. Peace and Love. read more