Servers mistakenly think that they are too beautiful to hate.

Our waitress was either an airhead or on crystal meth.

A beacon for men having a midlife crisis.

Finally a restaurant that understands I don't want to know my waiter's name.

Servers spend more time checking out their co-workers than they do their tables.

There's something odd about toddlers being around you in a wine bar.

Food was average for a chef with such a big mouth.

Did not know, until I ate here, that there is no substance that cannot be deep-fried.

Tries too hard to make the food pretty. I prefer ‘tasty.’

The best feature of this restaurant is the view across the water to another restaurant.