|
There are so many things I love about the Red Door. First, the service. All of the servers are very attentive and friendly. If there is a open seat sit at the bar and enjoy the company of Steve the... More
There are so many things I love about the Red Door. First, the service. All of the servers are very attentive and friendly. If there is a open seat sit at the bar and enjoy the company of Steve the bartender, who is very personable and fun.
Oh my, I almost forgot the food! Mashed Potatoes prepared the same way your Grandmother would make them.
All and all this bar is truly one of my favorites, just remember, Thursday, Friday Saturday nights are much too busy. The best servers and bartenders in the world cannot accomodate those numbers.
Less
|
|
My days and years patronizing this place have come to an end. Don't waste your time beginning a tradition. It'll be hard to anyway.
While the food is decent at best, the rest goes downhill from... More
My days and years patronizing this place have come to an end. Don't waste your time beginning a tradition. It'll be hard to anyway.
While the food is decent at best, the rest goes downhill from there. 'Mistakes' by the kitchen have been numerous; lack of expressed regret or apology is rampant from servers and kitchen. I was the last holdout in my department here at a large company in Fremont, where many of my co-workers have 86'd this dive from their lunching out selections ....much for the same reason.
But apparently the 'old grumpy' owner couldn't care less about service or attracting new customers let alone keeping the loyal ones like myself.
My loyalty just ran out. Don't waste YOUR time.
Cons: callous servers, callous cooks, callous owner
Less
|
|
I showed up at the Red Door on a Saturday night, hoping to spot a friend who'd recently started working there. When I walked in the door, I was overwhelmed by the number of (very) young urban... More
I showed up at the Red Door on a Saturday night, hoping to spot a friend who'd recently started working there. When I walked in the door, I was overwhelmed by the number of (very) young urban professionals, kids who looked like they graduated from the UW with a degree in business a few months ago, shop at Nordstroms, and go out to get "wild and, like, CRAZY!" on the weekends. I circled the bar once looking for my friend, and along the way passed the women's room, which was filled with "silicon and mascara." I pressed on, and found a harried looking waitress holding a water bottle that looked like a man's genitals (must have been a bachelorette party there that night) who informed me my friend was not working. Upon learning this, I could not get out of the bar quick enough. TERRIFYING!
Less
|