1 star -- and that's only because Yelp won't let me give it a steaming pile emoji.
Pappy's Place might as well be called Pappy's Shithole, because from the second we dealt with them, the whole experience felt like we had personally inconvenienced everybody there by having the nerve to show up and spend money.
I called my order in ahead, then decided I wanted to sit down and eat it inside. Apparently this was some sort of unforgivable offense, because I was told I "couldn't ever call ahead again" if I was going to eat inside.
Imagine being irritated at a customer for ordering food, paying for it, and then wanting to sit in your restaurant and eat it. Wild concept, I know.
We paid first, sat down, and then basically ceased to exist. Nobody waited on us, nobody checked on us, nobody acted remotely happy that we were there.
So I went out to my truck and got my own UNOPENED bottle of water. Came back inside and was told I couldn't drink that either.
At that point it honestly felt less like a restaurant and more like we had accidentally wandered into somebody's living room and they were pissed we hadn't left yet.
There was nothing friendly, welcoming, helpful, or pleasant about either interaction. Zero hospitality. Zero effort. Just attitude.
My buddy and I finally said screw it, got up, walked out, and left the burger sitting on the table -- already paid for and everything. That should tell you how much we were enjoying ourselves.
Maybe the food is somebody's favorite. Good for them. I wouldn't know, because the customer service was bad enough that I have absolutely no interest in ever going back.
The one positive thing I can say?
Those jalapeños are HOT as hell.
So congratulations to Pappy's Place: the peppers were somehow the warmest and friendliest thing in the entire building. read more