I was a chef for a LONG time, which I say only to establish the fact that I know quite well what the problem is when a restaurant doesn't perform up to even the minimum standards of food service. I also make better hamburgers at home than I've ever had in public, so I admit to being pretty hard to please.
In the case of Shake, Shake, Shake, though, a 12 year old could have told you what was wrong. We had heard a couple of okay reviews of this joint and we love hamburgers and were passing by, so we decided to try it. It was about noon on a warm, sunny Sunday and my wife, who is wheelchair bound, asked if we could sit out in the restaurant's back yard - not "patio" or "deck" but a fenced lot with gravel paths, across an alley from their back door, with no shade except at maybe three of the ten tables. I walked in, read the menu, went back out and told my wife what was available. I went back in and spent 25 minutes standing in line to get to the cashier to **place** our order. I ordered and went outside. And we waited...another 20 minutes. Now, we're at 45 mniutes in and our shakes arrive. I actually wanted the shake with the meal but, by then, we were grateful that we were getting anything at all. The server asked if we also had food coming and we said yes. She agreed to go check on it...and we never saw her again. Five other tables that arrived after we did did the line and got served their meals...while we continued to wait. We waited another 25 minutes and still no food. The restaurant is busy, so I'm REALLY trying to be patient. Finally, 50 minutes after placing our order and an hour and 15 minutes after we arrived, heat made me snap. I walked back inside, carrying the plastic number thay had assigned, and stood in the server's station. A counter worked asked if she could help me and I handed her the number. "I need to check on this," I said. "Oh, I'm sure it's coming soon!" she chirped. "No," I replied, "Soon has already passed. I need to see if you have this ready now." She went off and talked to another woman at the kitchen door. They talked for several minutes. The other woman went into the kitchen and checked. She returned and spoke to the counter lady, who came back and said, "They're working on it right now. Would you like a free shake?" "No," I replied, "I had a shake. What I need is our food."
Now, we're at 58 minutes. This is a BURGER JOINT, remember, not a white tablecloth restaurant. People eat at burger joints because they're fast. Finally, an hour and six minutes after we placed the order, she came back with a bag. "Now," I said, "I'd like to speak to your manager, please." She had a phone in her hand and she called the manager, a woman named Nina. I spoke to Nina and told her that, in 30+ years running restaurants of all types, I had NEVER had a customer wait an hour for ANY order and suggested that, if they were not capalbe of producing their food in a decent time, they might not want to have so many seats available. Nina apologized and said I should tell the woman I was talking with to give me my money back. She was talking to the cashier and I walked over. "Nina says for you to refund my money." They looked through the tickets and handed me $15. "The total charge was $22 and change," I replied. "Did you get your shakes?" the cashier smirked. "Yes," I replied. "Did you drink your shakes?" she sneered. "YOUR manager said for you to give me my money back," I replied, "She did not say anything about negotiating." She sighed and rolled her eyes theatrically and started digging through the tickets. Finally, I had enough. "You know what? Never mind. Keep it." And walked out.
The burgers were dry and had obviously not been assmbled fresh off the grill. The buns were standard food service pasty messes that fell apart. The "special hickory sauce" was ketchup, mayo, and liquid smoke flavoring. The bacon was thin enough to read through. And the onion rings were even worse. If it were possible, here, to give a rating in negative numbers, I would go as low as I could. I know some people may be just fine with crap burgers served cold and very slowly. I'm not. I know how long it should take a kitchen to turn out a burger like that and the fact that they couldn't indicates that they're trying to serve too many people and their kitchen isn't capable. This was one of the worst restaurant experiences I have had since moving to Washington, 24 years ago and is easily the worst of my time in Tacoma, which is crawlin' with really good restaurants. They still owe me seven bucks and I'll never collect because I'll never set foot in the place again. Disgusting. read more