"The food was dry—my chicken and waffles consisted of a heavily breaded, dry chicken breast and a waffle that was still frozen in the middle, drizzled with some mysterious black sauce and accompanied by a tiny thimble of syrup. I realize this isn’t the South, and I probably shouldn’t have expected great chicken and waffles anywhere north of the Mason-Dixon line. But it was the only dish that looked remotely decent, as the other options seemed to be bizarre culinary fusions of North Korean and Sudanese cuisine or something equally confusing.
What I was served was barely edible. The waitress appeared to have just rolled out of bed after a wild night out; she reeked of weed, booze, and whatever else she had been up to until the early hours. When she wasn’t wandering around refilling water glasses, she was nearly slumped over at the bar. It felt like I was part of some hidden camera prank show—what a sad experience!
Lastly, they have the audacity to charge a 1.5% kitchen fee. Seriously?! I was done with this place and can't comprehend how anyone chooses to eat here."
