Like a Seinfeld Episode! \r
I was born and raised in SE Portland, right there in the Westmoreland neighborhood. I drive through these days maybe once a month and I've long wanted to have breakfast at this place. My girlfriend and I went recently.\r
She drove and was parking the car. I went in and was greeted at the door by a youngish woman who asked How many? I said two as I looked behind her at a small open table. She asked where my second was and I let her know she was parking the car. She said I would have to wait then and put me down on the list. I saw I was the only one on it. I was pretty surprised.\r
Less than 2 minutes later, an older woman who worked there tried to seat me, but the younger woman said No, the rest of his party is not here yet. \r
Moments later a middle-aged woman came in. The younger woman asked her How many and she said I don't know yet. She got on her phone to try to contact someone, and stepped out. She came back in right away and said she didn't know. But the younger woman working there started seating her anyway. At this pointy I was pretty puzzled so I said I was waiting for that table and was here first. She told me that my party wasn't here yet. I exclaimed that neither was this person's! She seated her anyway. It was surreal. I voiced my objection again and left.\r
I have No idea why I was required to have my partner with me but the next customer was not. It was like that restaraunt episode in Seinfeld, the one where they never get a table.\r
This place gave the Worst Service I've Experienced in Years. Incredibly rude and spiteful and weird behavior. I'll never return.
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