The Story: When you walk into a sports bar on a Sunday afternoon during a football game that garners a lot of regional attention and they only have three people running the entire establishment, just leave. Having said that, perhaps we can say that we share some of the blame in our sub-par dining experience at the Links Pub and Café (pun intended)
In defense of Links, the waitress did warn us about ten minutes into our experience that she was the only waitress working and that there would be a lag in service. Fair enough, only she did not warn us that she was the only decent human being among the staff trinity. My beef is not with the waitress, but rather with the State College High School drop-out that was manning the kitchen and the eunuch-manager.
Our food arrived over an hour after we ordered it, as expected, although we did not expect that they would leave my meal out entirely. This omission was pointed out to the person who brought our food from the kitchen, and about five minutes after that our waitress assured us that my food was on its way. About five minutes after that the manger (who we shall call the douche-bag-cock-monster, or DBCM for short) was at our table over another matter and I asked him what the eta on my food was. His response: “You ordered something?” Upon returning from the kitchen, DBCM apologized (and I use that word loosely) and explained that my garden burger was left in the MICROWAVE by accident. Suddenly I forgot how long we had waited for that food, or even that they forgot my food, and focused on the word microwave (okay, I realize that we’re not at Le Cirque, but a microwave? Seriously?).
He said that my garden burger would be out shortly. I sat for about five minutes and wondered why I was about to pay eight dollars for a microwaved garden burger that took over an hour and a half to make and that I had to ask for twice (that’s right, DBCM didn’t even offer to comp it). Fueled by rage, I decided to take the not-so-short walk downtown for food. I told DBCM to cancel my order and I asked him if I could at least get my diet coke for free. He sneered and responded, “Yea, sure, see ya.”
The bottom line: Eating at Links Pub and Cafe is like taking a punch in the asshole... never a good idea.
Service: The waitress should quit and find a better venue for her talents. DBCM and the drop-out, on the other hand, should eat my asshole.
Food: I wouldn’t know, but from what I heard the food was not worth purgatory. Besides, not only do they use a microwave, but they’re not even too ashamed to tell you about it.
Facilities: Besides the waitress, the bathroom was Links’ only redeeming quality. Clean and spacious.
Atmosphere: This place has no character. They do have two large televisions and plenty of small ones, but other than that this place looks like an H&R BLOCK office that was converted into a restaurant.
Attractiveness of Clientele and Staff: It’s hard to say what kind of people frequent this joint given that this was our first experience. If you’re looking to pick up women, don’t bother. Links is an all-around sausage party. Given that an Eagles game was on today, Links was full of rude, smelly , greasy, sleeveless-shirt-wearing missing-links from eastern PA/Jersey.
3 comments:
The food is Links is certainly less then stellar, but they do have cheap beer and it's decent place to watch a game.
but given that the over-worked waitress makes a stop at each table about once an hour, you'll be enjoying all of two cheap pints of beer over the course of a game...
as the manager of links, I am offended, mainly because I have no idea what eunuch means. too many vowels.
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