
After passing by this place numerous times, the building looks SO inviting and I was looking forward to visiting --- and today was that day! 🎊
There is so much to read and take in upon entering, so I did!
When you walk in, there is so much eye candy it's incredible!
A sign said 'seat yourself,' so I try to, but there is this phenomenal pastry displayed that makes you stop to look and drool!
A Latino worker approaches and his eyes are wide open; I tell him I am just looking and he lets me gawk!
After the pie show, I venture to the left where I see a small seating area and a bar. And I'm like, this place is small!
I proceed to put my work satchel and my shopping bag at my table and look in the small area for the Loo.
Nowhere to be found!
So I walk back up front, and to the right of the pie display --- WOW!
There is seating galore over here!
After washing my hands, I decide to just sit where I put my bags.
As I head to my table an older lady worker with a single pigtail approaches me with the same wide-eyed look as the Latino male!
Now as a 6-1, 260 lbs Black Man, I am used to 2 different kinds of looks . . . the WOW and the Whoa!
Both were the latter!
Anyway I tell the lady, I thought this area was the entire restaurant.
She says NO, it's just the bar.
And I go sit down.
Moments later, the same lady comes to my table and this is what she says, "What would you like to drink?"
No . . .
"Hi Sir, welcome to Mr. D's, my name is X, I can tell this is your first time. Do you have any questions?"
How about that?
Because the same wide eyes the workers had toward me, was the same way I looked at the restaurant . . . yet mine was WOW, theirs were Whoa!
Anyway, I ask Stacie (no name tag) that I would like an ice water with lemon and lime.
She says she has the lemon but doesn't know about the lime?
Uhhh, we are in the bar area!?
She brings my drink and both fruits are included.
I was previously so enthused about visiting and I wanted to get the scoop on what was best, but my zeal was quashed and I just asked her to give me a couple minutes.
While I perused the menu, she was jovial and friendly with the two other parties there . . . but oh well, such is life.
When she comes back, I let her know I would like the country style steak with scrambled eggs, the hash browns and pancake.
As she is flipping in her pad, she replies," The country steak and how do you want your eggs?"
REALLY!?
I repeat, scrambled.
Then she says, and you want the seasoned potatoes.
I correct her again --- but at least she did get the pancake right, and she is off to the kitchen.
And in what seems like 5 minutes, my beautiful breakfast appears and it looks and tastes FABULOUS! 🤤
I am in no rush and I am relishing the décor and the atmosphere, and halfway through, Stacie brings me the bill (where I am able to see the NAME of who is actually serving me).
Then twice (two times) in the next 15 minutes, she comes by to ask me, if I'm ready?
When she laid the bill down she could have said, 'you can pay me when YOU are ready or you can take it up front,' where during my visual tour of the facilities, I saw a cash register, but no she didn't say anything except, "Are you ready!?"
FOR WHAT!?
So after enjoying my meal, and seeing the total tab is 18 and change, and all I have are 20s and 10s, I thought to just leave a $20 and bounce!
But no, I didn't want to feed the stereotype!
So I placed a 20 and a 10 along with the ticket so it was very noticeable and waved at Stacie!
And I always HATE when wait staff says this to me:
"Do you want any change!?"
First off, know the amount in general of all your tables and lastly, just bring back change regardless --- especially if there are only 2 tables under your supervision!
I tell her yes!
And lo and behold, she brings back two $5 bills --- not a 5 and 5 ones!
Guess she thought she was getting a five . . . NOPE!
I left a one dollar bill, four quarters, five dimes and six nickels on an $18.90 ticket!
Which is over 15% and I thought THAT was too much!
I am coming back to experience Mr. D's again, but I will have a different server!