Scott Leopold
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- Nov 21, 2001
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I try to avoid the chain restaurants for several reasons. While some of the food is good, most of it is pretty bland. It's nearly impossible to try something new, or even something that doesn't taste just like everything else on the menu. I'd much rather go to one of the smaller, locally owned restaurants. There are actually some great little restaurants around here as long as you're willing to look.
The only time I've ever had to wait 2 hours for a table was when we went to J. Alexander's 8-9 years ago. They're supposedly an upscale chain restaurant, but the only time I'd been there previously, the entire experience was disappointing. They hadn't been open in the area very long, but everyone had told me how great they were--from the food to the service, they were supposed to be the best place in town. Despite the mediocre food and poor service the first time we went, we decided to give them a second tray, mainly because we had gift certificates.
They had call-ahead seating at the time, so we called and were told that our table would be ready right at 6:00 pm. We got there a couple minutes early and were told we'd have to wait. We were finally seated at 8:00 pm after I told them we were leaving and asked for a refund of the gift certificates. We were taken to our seats, and after 20 minutes or so, our waiter came out. He told us the specials, and we told him we were ready to order. He said "great!" and walked away. He came back about 15 minutes later, took only our drink orders, and left again. This was an adventure in itself. My wife ordered iced tea, which didn't cause him much of a problem. I asked if they had any dark beer. He ran through a list of half a dozen or so beers, none of which were dark. He then said he knew of one that was definitely dark. He said, "Floogles? Feagles? Fogles?" I said, "Fosters?", and he said "That's it! That's a dark beer!" I told him it wasn't, but I'd take it anyways.
He came back about 15 minutes after that and finally took our food order. My wife ordered filet mignon, and I ordered the 12 oz. New York strip. I wasn't very confident in the guy's abilities as a waiter, so I reminded him that salads come before dinner. I also asked for another iced tea, since my wife's glass had been empty for ten minutes or so. He said it'd be right out. About 30 minutes later, while still no iced tea, our salads were delivered by another waiter. Before we could even pick up our forks, our waiter was there with the steaks. I guess you could technically say that the salads were brought first, or that it was my fault since I didn't specifically tell him that the salads should be brought before the steak with enough time for us to actually eat them. He dropped our plates, told us to enjoy our meals, and quickly left before we could get another word out.
My wife's steak was burnt on the top and bottom, and raw in the middle. My 12 oz. steak contained at least 6 oz. of fat. There was a 1/2-3/4" strip of fat running alont the entire outside, as well as a 3/4-1" strip of fat running through the middle. After cutting off all the fat and leaving it in a disgusting heap on the side of the plate, I had a total of four small bites of steak. Of course, that's more edible steak than my wife got, so I should have been happy.
We sat there picking at our salads for nearly an hour, wondering where our waiter was. He finally came out and asked how everything was. I said that aside from the inedible steak and poor service, everything else was mediocre at best. He said "GREAT!", then gave us our bill and said he'd be right back to get it. I put out the gift certificates and my credit card to cover the $3 the GC's didn't, and our waiter was right there to pick them up. It was the only time all night that we didn't have to wait at least 15 minutes between his trips to our table. He was back with the receipt & CC slip in about 2 minutes. I told him that the overall experience, especially his service, really sucked, and that if not for the fact that I'd actually come back here to use them, I'd talk to the manager about a full refund of the GC's. This confused him, and I told him to just go away. I filled out the CC slip, making a very large, dark zero with lines on each side of it, just to make sure he knew that we knew we were leaving him absolutely nothing, and then left. We were given J. Alexander GC's the following year for Christmas and refused them--that experience was just too terrible to repeat.
The only time I've ever had to wait 2 hours for a table was when we went to J. Alexander's 8-9 years ago. They're supposedly an upscale chain restaurant, but the only time I'd been there previously, the entire experience was disappointing. They hadn't been open in the area very long, but everyone had told me how great they were--from the food to the service, they were supposed to be the best place in town. Despite the mediocre food and poor service the first time we went, we decided to give them a second tray, mainly because we had gift certificates.
They had call-ahead seating at the time, so we called and were told that our table would be ready right at 6:00 pm. We got there a couple minutes early and were told we'd have to wait. We were finally seated at 8:00 pm after I told them we were leaving and asked for a refund of the gift certificates. We were taken to our seats, and after 20 minutes or so, our waiter came out. He told us the specials, and we told him we were ready to order. He said "great!" and walked away. He came back about 15 minutes later, took only our drink orders, and left again. This was an adventure in itself. My wife ordered iced tea, which didn't cause him much of a problem. I asked if they had any dark beer. He ran through a list of half a dozen or so beers, none of which were dark. He then said he knew of one that was definitely dark. He said, "Floogles? Feagles? Fogles?" I said, "Fosters?", and he said "That's it! That's a dark beer!" I told him it wasn't, but I'd take it anyways.
He came back about 15 minutes after that and finally took our food order. My wife ordered filet mignon, and I ordered the 12 oz. New York strip. I wasn't very confident in the guy's abilities as a waiter, so I reminded him that salads come before dinner. I also asked for another iced tea, since my wife's glass had been empty for ten minutes or so. He said it'd be right out. About 30 minutes later, while still no iced tea, our salads were delivered by another waiter. Before we could even pick up our forks, our waiter was there with the steaks. I guess you could technically say that the salads were brought first, or that it was my fault since I didn't specifically tell him that the salads should be brought before the steak with enough time for us to actually eat them. He dropped our plates, told us to enjoy our meals, and quickly left before we could get another word out.
My wife's steak was burnt on the top and bottom, and raw in the middle. My 12 oz. steak contained at least 6 oz. of fat. There was a 1/2-3/4" strip of fat running alont the entire outside, as well as a 3/4-1" strip of fat running through the middle. After cutting off all the fat and leaving it in a disgusting heap on the side of the plate, I had a total of four small bites of steak. Of course, that's more edible steak than my wife got, so I should have been happy.
We sat there picking at our salads for nearly an hour, wondering where our waiter was. He finally came out and asked how everything was. I said that aside from the inedible steak and poor service, everything else was mediocre at best. He said "GREAT!", then gave us our bill and said he'd be right back to get it. I put out the gift certificates and my credit card to cover the $3 the GC's didn't, and our waiter was right there to pick them up. It was the only time all night that we didn't have to wait at least 15 minutes between his trips to our table. He was back with the receipt & CC slip in about 2 minutes. I told him that the overall experience, especially his service, really sucked, and that if not for the fact that I'd actually come back here to use them, I'd talk to the manager about a full refund of the GC's. This confused him, and I told him to just go away. I filled out the CC slip, making a very large, dark zero with lines on each side of it, just to make sure he knew that we knew we were leaving him absolutely nothing, and then left. We were given J. Alexander GC's the following year for Christmas and refused them--that experience was just too terrible to repeat.