I am up here in San Francisco for 3 weeks. Tired of the hotel food (it was good, just had it too much). I decided to try a local place thinking that if it's been there that long, it has to be good. Soooo wrong. I walk in and the first thing I see, is a "statue" of Sinbad the sailor which scares the daylights out of me. I walk down a dark hallway to what I assumed was the hostess stand. The manager is standing there. I tell him I would like a table for dinner. He asks if it's just me, I respond yes. He then proceeds to mumble under his breath, "Oh wow. Ok then." Unbelievable! I'm up here on a business trip on my own, who did you expect me to bring? He sits me down in a booth by myself. The first thing I notice is how empty the restaurant is. A few families scattered here and there. I finally look at the torn menu and out of the corner of my eye, I can see the remains of the last customers dinner on the table cloth. I then notice more remains on the seat. The booth had obviously not been cleaned up in a while. I realized that their version of cleaning the tables is by using their hands to sweep the food off the table onto the floor or seats. After trying to decide between the same dish with different fish. The waitress finally comes over, takes my drink order then disappears. I sat there for 20 min and all I got was water, a bad attitude from the manager, and seeing my waitress only once. I realized after looking around that no matter who ordered what, everyone's food looked the same. I then realized this restaurant was not worth the waiting or the overpriced food and walked out.
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