The only reason I am reviewing this place at all, thus giving it ONE star, is for their all-you-can-eat crab, which is suprisingly good considering how far this place is from the ocean.
I walked up with my parents after a long plane ride from California. I smiled and said hello to the lady at the door as we walked in. Her first words were not a reply to my hello, they were instead directed at my parents.
"Is she a minor." she asked my parents in such a deadpan, wannabe cop tone of voice that it did not warrant a question mark at the end, though it was indeed a question. My parents, not me, as if I didn't even exist.
"Nope!" I replied, not letting her failed ambitions get me down.
"I'll need to see her ID." she said to my parents, again ignoring me.
"Sure!" I said, and procured said ID. She scrutinized it, looking at it, then the date on the wall, then at it. It took her about 5-10 minutes to do the math and figure out that I was just 6 months shy of 21. I was surprised she didn't pull out a pen and paper to do it by hand.
She then accusingly announced that I was a minor. My folks and I were confused. Wasn't a minor someone who was under 18? To my knowledge, I had not been a minor for over 2 years. Besides, we said, we weren't here to drink. We were here for dinner and nothing more. She said, 'OK' then picked up her walkie talkie and began describing me to security so they could watch me walk through the casino to the restaurant. 5"3, black coat, jeans, hat, and she also made an insulting approximation of my weight. Come on, now, did you add 50 pounds to my weight to make it seem like you yourself were not fat? Cuz it didn't work.
We were just horrified with this shining example of customer service. I mean, back in California I had a job to sell cigarettes. Yeah, sometimes I have to turn people down because they don't have an ID or aren't 18, but I'm always polite about it. I tell them I'm sorry and that I hope they have a nice day even though I can't sell them cigarettes. Because I know that if I give them good customer service anyway, they will remember me for when they do turn 18 and they will come back to be proper customers. Unless they are being impolite, but even then I will still have a smile for them because that's the best way to make them realize they are being an ass.
But no, this horror show was not yet over. In the middle of our meal this lady comes to the restaurant to stare us down for a full five minutes. Then, as we were leaving, the server informed us that she would have to radio security to let them know I was leaving, so they could watch me leave. As we were leaving, my mother jokingly told the security guard, "The minor is leaving the building." and he said with all seriousness, "That's a good thing."
Screw you, nutSac & smallCox! I never felt so unwelcome in my whole life. My parents were pretty offended too. You know, I could understand the treatment if I was with a group of rowdy kids causing trouble, but I was with my PARENTS. And STILL we were treated like hooligans. I hope you lose all your money and go out of business like you deserve. read more