I had an interesting experience today at the Tiki Bar and I had to relay the experience to all of you. Now, let me preface this by saying I have been there multiple times before on my motorcycle with my crew and never had an issue. But on this particular Sunday, there was an issue. We were sitting in the Tiki Bar waiting to order. It was very busy as the weather was a great one, and the staff at the bar were overwhelmed. We understood that and were patient when we immediately put our order in. At the 45 minute point of waiting for food, one of the three guys I ride with said he had to go and he left. My other friend and I stayed and waited for our Meatball sandwiches and fries. When they brought out the 3 plates of food, with only 2 people there, we explained how long we were waiting and our one friend left. They initially did what they should have done, took the food away and left us in peace. About a minute later some trailer park looking woman in a black shirt comes out with an attitude, barking at us to call our friend and get him back here cause we are paying for his food. Now both my friend who is a Restaurant Lawyer in the city and myself, an ex restaurant owner of multiple franchises looked at each other in disbelief. I was enjoying my ride that day and the food that had eventually came, so her rudeness was not going to ruin my day, and we sure as hell were not paying for the 3rd member of our party who waited as long as he could and then had to leave. So she went on a tirade and incited my friend the lawyer. Bad idea. He laid her out and eventually she realized how unprofessional she was and just took the plate, said enjoy your meal sarcastically, and went away. Now mind you, I had not said one word the whole time this was going on. About ten minutes later I see the trailer park manager in the black shirt talking and pointing at us from the corner of the bar. Now I am starting to get upset. Then I see this guy start coming toward me in a black cut off shirt. It was apparently the trailer park managers uncle or something and he says to me....... you called my relative a something or other, I will spare the explicitives. At that moment the gentleman at the next table jumps in before I can address this cro-magnan man to tell him I never said one word which was correct. He was so pissed at the whole episode, that he felt compelled to jump in to defend me. Well it de-escalated quickly and luckily I didn't go to jail for killing the third link, but this was a terrible experience. The manager in the black shirt handled my friend horribly and should have done exactly what her workers did; took the food away quietly and moved on. Then, she should never incite patrons to defend her honor as a working employee of the bar, that was another amateur night at the Apollo move, nice work lady! If anyone at this establishment actually reads these reviews, shame on your manager. This is Skippack, not the hood or bike week Daytona. Address your customers properly in the future. You lost us, that is for sure and anyone else who was as turned off as we were. read more