If you want to be disrespected, ignored, and under informed, this is the place for you. This is not just an angry person review; it's the straight up truth of what happened.
This is going to be a long review, so a few points here:
- 5.50 extra if you decide to share your plate of food, even if you're both ordering something.
- Massive amounts of rudeness. Our waiter would not pour water on you if you were on fire from the hibachi grill.
- Intense smell of gas. Nasty bathrooms.
- Policies that pop out of nowhere and slap extra money onto your tab.
- We didn't even eat there because of the disrespect so I can't say much for the food, but my sister read somewhere that they had a C.
Now for the foolishness:
We were very excited to try this place. My sister had been before and had a lovely time, so naturally for her 20th birthday she decided to have a get together there. She called twice in advance, making a reservation to make sure that our party of fifteen would be able to eat there. They assured her that it would be fine. Once we got there, they informed us that we would have to wait for our entire party--people with lives, jobs, and extracurriculars, to arrive before we could be seated. They never spoke of this on the phone. We agreed and sat in the cold waiting room for an hour and a half while EVERYONE (because they insisted on everyone) came. When we asked exactly what the policy was, the waitress called someone over, snapped, "You explain it to THEM" and walked away. That was on us, apparently, but still strike one.
We were (finally) seated. The waiter argued with a young woman about what an iced tea mixed with lemonade was. "It's a Tiger Woods. Do you understand? Do you understand?" (It's not. It's an Arnold Palmer.) The young lady kept her composure. Strike two.
My mother was in the bathroom fixing herself up. The waiter, concerned about our numbers, kept asking if someone was coming. When she did come, he accused her of just coming into the restaurant. Strike three.
My boyfriend's mother noted that my sister was ordering pretty much the same thing as her, along with a few other things. She pointed out that they could share her huge meal after she ordered it, and my sister agreed. The waiter proceeded to snap at them that it was $5.50 extra if they decided to share THEIR food. When her husband protested and pointed out that we didn't HAVE to eat there, he was aggressively told that he could leave. So he did. Strike four.
The waiter and manager and other staff ducked in and out and realized that most of us were ordering sushi or other things at the hibachi table. In a party of fifteen, only one of us had ever been to a restaurant like this. Instead of explaining that we needed to order hibachi to sit there, he argued with another waitress ("Let me see something!!!") and went around the group demanding everyone's orders. Then proceeded to yell at us all about what we could and couldn't order in order to be in that room. Strike five.
Some friends decided to put up enough money for hibachi so we could all sit there. My sister, the birthday girl, was politely explaining that it was her BIRTHDAY and she wanted a little more respect, when he abruptly turned to the next person in our group and snapped at them to get their order (the first time around, he had never actually written our orders down.) Strike six.
Needless to say, after that we all left together.
ALSO. During all of this, strangers were being ferried in and out of the room and sat down at our table, then rushed out. I would love to know what they were thinking. Strike seven.
In the end, fifteen people who spent two hours waiting to be seated walked right out. The managers were begging us to stay, one of our group (who has plenty of restaurant experience) let them know where they could use some adjustments and let them know that yes, we were leaving and no, I do not want you LITERALLY holding on to me as we go.
Then, we went up the street and had a WONDERFUL time at Don Tello's Tex Mex Grill. read more