A diner from New York, NY
Sep 14, 2010
I'm not the type of person to write a review on any restaurant, but sometimes you have one of those experiences that you can't let go unknown.
I have nothing but amazing things to say about the food, atmosphere, and service at this restaurant. I've spent many lunch hours here for great food and drinks to escape the crazy work day. Unfortunately for the restaurant, this place is usually dead, and on some occasions, I was the sole customer. But I liked this since I could really relax without loud and obnoxious patrons. I made friends with all of the staff, and would choose this restaurant over all others knowing I'd have great food and great company.
When two of the servers decided to move on from the restaurant to other jobs, I was extremely sad to see them leave since I looked forward to chatting with them every day.
Yesterday I went in for my usual salad and drink, and as I signed my credit card statement, the owner sat down and told me I'm not allowed back in the restaurant. Apparently, he thinks I "corrupted" his servers by accepting occasional drink buybacks. I've never been so confused and hurt by someone I barely know. When I asked "why?" I didn't receive more than the answer "because you corrupted them". I don't understand how anyone could blame their customers for accepting a drink "on us" when they are consistent customers who have done nothing but support the establishment. I've never been so disappointed and disrespected in my life. Any "buybacks" I received I paid for above and beyond in tips (which I'm sure he reaped the benefits of). On top of all of this, he had the nerve to "threaten" my job. In my state of confusion, I mentioned that I will be talking with my coworkers about this and that it may influence whether or not they choose to eat there. He retaliated with "if you still have your job....I know people over there".
Bottom line, the food here is incredible and the bartenders (if they still work there) are great, but the management is apparently not what it seems. Watch out getting too friendly with the staff, the management might get jealous.
I have nothing but amazing things to say about the food, atmosphere, and service at this restaurant. I've spent many lunch hours here for great food and drinks to escape the crazy work day. Unfortunately for the restaurant, this place is usually dead, and on some occasions, I was the sole customer. But I liked this since I could really relax without loud and obnoxious patrons. I made friends with all of the staff, and would choose this restaurant over all others knowing I'd have great food and great company.
When two of the servers decided to move on from the restaurant to other jobs, I was extremely sad to see them leave since I looked forward to chatting with them every day.
Yesterday I went in for my usual salad and drink, and as I signed my credit card statement, the owner sat down and told me I'm not allowed back in the restaurant. Apparently, he thinks I "corrupted" his servers by accepting occasional drink buybacks. I've never been so confused and hurt by someone I barely know. When I asked "why?" I didn't receive more than the answer "because you corrupted them". I don't understand how anyone could blame their customers for accepting a drink "on us" when they are consistent customers who have done nothing but support the establishment. I've never been so disappointed and disrespected in my life. Any "buybacks" I received I paid for above and beyond in tips (which I'm sure he reaped the benefits of). On top of all of this, he had the nerve to "threaten" my job. In my state of confusion, I mentioned that I will be talking with my coworkers about this and that it may influence whether or not they choose to eat there. He retaliated with "if you still have your job....I know people over there".
Bottom line, the food here is incredible and the bartenders (if they still work there) are great, but the management is apparently not what it seems. Watch out getting too friendly with the staff, the management might get jealous.
