On Friday, September 19th, my friend Lynn, her 81 year old father-in-law, my 85 year old dad, and myself were told to leave Little G's Diner in Hampstead, Maryland by owner Christopher Coil (also owner of Bebo's Mac Shack )
My dad absolutely loves his cream chip beef and gravy. We follow local restaurants in the area for the BEST OF THE BEST. I recently started following Little G's on Facebook, mainly because they bot only serve Cream chip beef gravy, but also sausage gravy. So, today was supposed to be a special day for two veterans to finally meet and break bread. We got there shortly after 11. Lynn's father-in-law doesn't like breakfast, so he was going to get a cheeseburger. Lynn ordered some pancakes and a side of sausage, and I was going to order the crab omelet, which I was SO excited to try. The waitress apologized because lunch wasn't available until 11:30. At this time, it was about 11:10, so Lynn ordered fruit and yogurt, but once again, the waitress said they didn't have yogurt. So, Mr. Joe ended up ordering a scrambled egg with bacon. The waitress came back and brought the drinks along with the silverware wrapped in a napkin like most diners. As I opened my napkin, I immediately noticed the knife was extremely greasy. I took my index finger and thumb along the butter knife, and yes, it was definitely covered in grease. We then opened the remaining napkins, and 3 out of 4 knives were not clean. As we waited for our waitress, I began talking to two women sitting at the booth across from us. One asked me if I knew what a Rachel was. I said basically it's a Ruben but with hot turkey instead of beef. She said that's what I thought, but I got a cold sandwich with coleslaw. She explained how she wasn't happy with it, but she ate it anyway. Now, keep in mind that the women I've been talking to were already sitted and eating their LUNCH when we arrived. After going back to the table, we were wondering how the got served lunch, so Lynn asked one of the girls that worked there. She wasn't completely sure as they were all in the kitchen at the moment discussing what time lunch is. 11 or 11:30. I am shocked that are literally having a meeting after 11 as to what time the lunch shift is. It was insane. When our meal came, I immediately noticed that my dad's barely had any chipped beef, but I thought if he liked it, that's what matters. Meanwhile, I cut into my omelet, and a massive amount of cheese came out. I pulled the cheese with my hands, and it just kept coming and coming. The cheese had a strange texture, it was rubbery and not something I wanted to eat, so I picked what crab was in the cheese, which wasn't much and continued to cut open my omelet. Once I cut it opened I realized that this omelet definitely wasn't worth $15.00! It was barely any crab meat on it! Ibdo believe the massive amount of cheese was to cover up the fact that it lacked crab meat. No, not what I expected at all! At this point, Lynn never got her sausage, Mr. Joe's bacon was too hard to eat, and after 3 bites, my dad looked at me and said I can't eat this, it's horrible. I returned my plate as did my dad...this is not something we have ever done before. After about another 10 to 15 minutes, the owner approached our table and asked what the problem was. We began to tell him, but even before we were done explaining, he told us that our bill was paid for and we needed to leave.
I asked why, since Lynn was still eating and without explaining, he again said we had to leave. I noticed the women that I was talking to were looking at me, so I attempted to go to them and say goodbye and have a nice day. That is when the owner puffed out his chest with his hands held outside to side and was actually blocking me from approaching these women. He got extremely close to me, yelling that I was not allowed to talk to his customers. I told him that I have been talking to them and I will continue to talk to them because last I noticed, I live in a free world. He then pulled out his phone and said that he was calling the police. I told him to do so because I would explain what he was doing, and I have plenty of witnesses. When he got SO close to me, I did start yelling because I wasn't sure at this point if he was going to hit me. As we started to walk out, I hesrd the owner say. "TRASH" I paused and quickly turned around. This is when I lost it and yelled, "did you just call me f'ing trash?!?!" Lynn yelled, "he just called you trash!" THEN, he picked up his phone and said he was going to call yhe police. I told him to do it and if he needs the number, it's 911!!! At this point, I was hoping he would call. He is a heavy man, about 6' and I am only a 5'3" woman. I can not believe that the owner of business carries in like this and talks to customers the way he does. read more