"Came in for dinner and while outside for a moment a herd of dead eyed, bloated, sea faring bovine creatures (who were related to the owners of this underwhelming establishment) felt the need, and were entitled enough, to move our belongings to the end of the bar. Imagine going to literally any restaurant and being moved in the middle of your meal to a different table without your consent. Go anywhere but this creepy, destitute, poorly lit, red neck hovel."
