I went here tonight for their World Series viewing party, and because they were hosting a Mariners player giving autographs for a donation to charity. I really wanted that autograph (it's going to be a Christmas gift), so I left work early and arrived before 4 pm. The place was almost empty. I sat at the bar and asked for the special ballgame event menu they'd advertised. It took over half an hour before I finally got one. It was another half an hour after that before I could get the bartender to stop again and take my order, and then he walked off with just my drink order--I still hadn't been able to order food. A couple of times, different bartenders stopped and checked in with the couples and solo men on either side of me, but even though I was doing my best to catch their eyes--eventually waving my hands, for god's sake, FROM A FOOT AWAY--all three of them at different times still walked away without acknowledging me. And this was all well before the place even got busy!
You are probably wondering by now, so I'll tell you: I am a middle-aged white woman, and I was dining solo. I am much too large to easily miss. I was well-dressed and not behaving in any way strangely or inappropriately. I was not even slightly drunk. I wasn't ordering cheap-- a couple of $11 pints, and food (when they finally let me). I started out the evening being perfectly pleasant, friendly and patient with the servers. Oh, I did get kind of bitchy towards the end--after two hours of being ignored, who wouldn't? But it didn't make the slightest difference--the service sucked throughout. I never once got attention from a bartender without having to strenuously and repeatedly flag them down, even early on, when there were more servers than customer in the place.
I know that some servers assume that middle-aged women are lousy tippers, but I promise you, I normally leave a LOT more than the two cents I left tonight. I think that amount was generous on this occasion, but I wanted to be damned sure they knew that I didn't just forget.
I got the autograph I came for, and I left before the ballgame was even over. I will NEVER be back. I can't remember when I have ever left a restaurant this angry.
542 1st Ave S, Seattle, WA 98104