KD
kristen darby
Sep 7, 2026
We came in with a large party on Labor Day weekend, so we were fully prepared to wait. We had called ahead and were told to come on in, and we made it clear that we were completely fine splitting up and waiting. Most of us have worked in food service, so we understand holiday-weekend chaos and were trying to be as flexible as possible.
Unfortunately, the whole experience was bizarrely disorganized. Tables we appeared to be waiting for kept getting given away, and the hostess was visibly frantic and agitated.
When they finally split our party and seated our half, our table was two chairs short. When we asked the hostess for more, her response was essentially, "Yeah, you can go find some. Just any chair." So we literally had to walk around the restaurant asking other customers if we could take unused chairs from their tables. I've genuinely never been seated at a restaurant and then told to go find my own chairs.
The bartender, who appeared to also be a manager, was incredibly rude and abrasive—not just to us, but seemingly to anyone trying to order from him.
It took around an hour and a half to get our food. We were prepared for a longer wait because of the holiday weekend, but by the time our food arrived, the restaurant was practically empty. Our waitress, however, was AMAZING—friendly, attentive, and one of the bright spots of the night. Most of the food was also very good, although the she-crab soup tasted overwhelmingly of sherry, basically like a bowl of sherry and cream.
The thing that completely ruined the experience for me was what I watched happen behind the bar while we were eating. The bartender/manager had a deep, productive cough and was repeatedly coughing, snorting, and spitting phlegm into the bar sink and trash can while working. At one point, he opened the beer well, bent directly over it, coughed into the open well, and then simply closed it back up.
He was also coughing into his hands and then touching the POS and other surfaces. I never saw him wash or sanitize his hands before going right back to making drinks, handling glasses, and touching beer bottles. It was so disgusting that I literally stopped eating.
Then, as if the night wasn't strange enough, the chef came out of the kitchen, poured himself one of the largest shots I've ever seen, and headed back toward the kitchen drinking it along the way.
We weren't upset about having to wait or split our party—we expected that on Labor Day weekend. Our waitress was fantastic and most of the food was genuinely good. But the disorganization, management, and especially the sanitation issues behind the bar completely overshadowed the positives