I only give 1 star because I could not give 0.
That's right. An absolute disgrace.
It's the Sunday before Labor Day, middle of the afternoon. My brother and I wander in from out of state, pockets full of money, looking for somewhere to enjoy a great day. As we approach the Thames, we see the Upper Deck -- great. Let's go up there. All of a sudden, some huge guy with a bald head, big black beard and biker tats yells something down to the guy at street level. Hmmm...is something bad going on here? Then -- a quick smile by both. OK, now I get it. The guy at street level is the Bouncer -- and he and Blackbeard and his buddies know each other.
Now, as the Big Bad Bouncer (BBB) approaches the Little Tiny Hostess (LTH) stationed in front of the lower level, she asks my Brother and I if we would like a table. I say no, we would like to go to the deck, but could I use the restroom? She says, sure - inside, on the left. So I walk in, and ALL of a sudden, the BBB pipes up, "It's on the right. She was lying." So, like an out--of-town sucker, I turn right, but it does not look promising. BBB pipes up, "Just kidding" -- and goes over and makes all lovey-dovey with the LTH. GOT IT! I took a little too long talking to the LTH, and the BBB had to show me I had invaded his territory.
WTF?
Did I have a sign on me that said "KICK ME"? I walk into an establishment, expecting to be welcomed and appreciated -- not to be made sport of. I ALMOST decided to say something back, get the manger, etc. -- but I let it go.
Now up to Blackbeard. Him and his buddies had the corner of the bar on the deck staked out. The loud voices, and the "you'll have to walk around me if you want 'in' this place" attitude were flaring. OK, now I am putting the puzzle together, Blackbeard is part of the House somehow, right? He has set himself up as the "Troll who guards the cave" -- but instead of welcoming guests he gives them a stare down. Now, on to the bartender. Pretty, but it seemed as if we were really putting her out to order two beers. Everything screamed LOCALS ONLY.
It was so loud at the bar, my brother and I chose a seat further out on the deck -- completely disappointed already. We sat there uncomfortably for a few minutes, and here comes Blackbeard, kinda grinning like a Cheshire Cat and pushing past us to the Mic and the guitar. O no! He's going to sing!
So instead of a view looking south at Prudence Island, we had to stare right into the face of Blackbeard -- who was yapping and mouthing off before we even entered the joint...and never stopped.
Needless to say, soon as the beer was gone, so were we. In a way, being pushed around by the tough guys of Bristol was a blessing. If we were served any of the horrible food I have read about in the reviews, that would have been the straw that broke the camel's back, and then it would have gotten ugly.
Thank God we went to Quito's just up the way. Smaller space, but everyone was friendly, the food was great, and so was the service. I actually bring groups of guys to fish Colt State Park in the fall, so Quito's will be getting ALL that business.
Hey -- I was young and dumb at one time, so I really don't blame the meatheads who ruined our day. I have worked "in the business," and I see exactly what is going on here -- an out-of-control staff who is only here because of what they can scrimp out of the joint -- not to actually WORK to make a decent establishment.
I only wish I could have been a "spy" for John Taffer -- and then stand there and laugh as he takes Blackbeard down 1000 notches and tells the BBB with the crush on the LTH to hit the road. And in the kitchen? Everyone fired I am sure.
Overall, the shortest time I have ever spent in any bar/restaurant in my life -- and one of the ugliest. There was the huge St. Patty's day brawl in Boston. Is that what you people want in this place? Because sooner or later, someone is going to answer your "King of the Hill" challenges. And won't a nice lawsuit be nice? read more