Ha ha ha, with how long I've hated this place, why did I never think of writing a Yelp review? Oh boy ...
Every time I've been there (The Newhall one), I either get treated like I don't exist or the order is wrong.
You know, like when you check out of a grocery store and the cashier never makes eye contact with you, not even once? There's something insane about how a lot of people are okay with stuff like that. There's something insane with that kind of behavior.
Honestly, what is going through your head while another human being is sharing what he wants with you? I'm talking to YOU, and you're not even looking at me?
You signed a contract with your fellow man, and he trained you to do this one job and is PAYING YOU. Why are you looking at the floor?
One day I came in with a friend after some 'negotiations'. We were seated and then 'we' ordered. Even though I was the one paying for everything, the server did not make eye contact with me, not even once.
Just as I was almost done ordering, I felt this sharp pain, somewhere in the frontal forehead area.
I could feel sweat just itching to come to the surface and my skin felt tingly. I slowly look at my friend and he is looking around the store with a blank expression on his face, like a goldfish in a fishbowl. Just sitting there. Inhaling nitrogen and oxygen and exhaling carbon dioxide. I slowly looked away and felt the flight or flight response get stronger. Was there a bear or a honey badger there and is this some new spider sense I've somehow acquired? Nope. There was no honey badger. There was just this really crappy person, and everyone was okay with it but me.
This was the latest time I went there, and after I already swore I would never go there again.
That was just one time, but this happens all the time. In fact, it happens EVERY time I go in.
Except once. But I'll get to that later.
So, if you're going full spectrum douche, why not have your servers and hostesses come equipped with Google glasses and a Bluetooth? You could even hire someone to work at home, a team maybe, to call your servers and hostesses while they are supposed to be serving their fellow man. At least that way it would be funny.
For me, it gets under my skin; it's like God put this restaurant on this earth to test my soul. And I'm an atheist.
I'm a total introvert and honestly at least half the days I don't feel like talking to anyone. But you know what? I never treat anyone the way, people exist, they should be treated like they do.
As for that one time where nothing bad happened, yeah it's already supposed to be that way. So good for you. Moving on.
My suspicion is that the owner hires a bunch of 20-year-old girls from the surrounding area, which is a suburban oasis in LA county. Their rich dads leave for work in the city, their bored housewives stay at home and their children grow up snotty and without manners or etiquette. And that's the majority of the people that serve there.
I hate giving this place 1 star, because there's some good people there, but I can't in good conscience give it anything more when every time I go in there I lose faith in humanity, literally.
This place sucks; it's overrated, pricey and the service is terrible. This place SUCKS. The fact that preppy and snotty suburban college kids go here makes me hate it even more. Why not just park your Prius, bring your mac and go to Starbucks and just get it over with already?
But what about the food? Let me tell you about the food.
The eggs ... taste like eggs.
The pancakes look like pancakes and sometimes taste like them too.
Sometimes it takes 50 years for eggs or pancakes to show up on your plate.
The french toast taste like french toast, with butter on it (the butter also tastes like butter).
For eggs, burgers, french toast and pancakes, how good they taste depends on many factors, including everything else on the menu. I don't know, does the cook feel like doing a good job today? Did the snotty server take too long in bringing it to your plate? Did the Wonder Bread truck show up with a rotten batch this time? Or did the imitation egg mix get forgotten in the snotty server's honda civic when she came back from Walmart because they ran out? Who knows.
Egg's and Things, you roll the dice and get a casino roll of bad service, while they always get their money. If you're human, it's a bad deal. But it's a good deal if:
You're still plugged into the Matrix.
You arbitrarily five-star everything on Yelp.
If you think that something is good based on how pricey it is.
If you think that hot 20-year-old servers = good service
If you are a 20-year-old
If you go to high school right across the street and don't feel like eating at Karl's Jr.
If you watch Jersey Shore, read up on the Kardashians, take pictures of food every time you eat and can't stop checking your text messages.
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