I went here on a slow day and the cashier/server said I should seat myself. I found a table in the big room and waited and waited for a server. Finally, I walked to the front counter and asked if they could take my order. The older gentleman (probably the owner) rolled his eyes in disgust and said, ""she'll take your order. By the way, did you come through the side door."" I said, ""No, I came through the front door."" While paying for the meal at the cash register, I noticed a jar that said, ""Ashes of problem customers."" The cashier then gave me a pen to sign the credit card slip and it spilled ink all over my hands.
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