You all are too kind giving them three strikes. I gave them only one strike. I explained to the waitress and manager what was wrong, the food had not been eaten and was told I was free to leave. WHEW, thank God we weren't being detained.
Sitting on the patio is lovely, the waitress tried, but c'mon, how hard is it to get breakfast right? The toast was hard as a rock, I think it was reheated. The grits were a brownish color. They didn't have butter for the toast. I got the impression that even if they wanted to get it right they don't know what "right" is.
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 Loving life in the Village of PattyLand
Y'know that part of your brain that tells you "ENOUGH IS ENOUGH!" I think I'm missing it.
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