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14 décembre 2024
I had an awful time. There was a puddle of random juice all over my chair. The beer was flatter than any beer I've ever had. If I had a choice I would rather eat out of their bin than from there rat infested kitchen. The place should be irradicated from our local area. I thought to go back again in hopes that I had misjudged the place, but this time was also a travesty. There was a fight between two patrons that ended up smashing a plate. The waiter tried to break it up, in doing so he was hit in the face. So he made the genius executive decision to join in the brawl. This place shouldn’t be called The Horse and Groom, it should be called the Horse of Doom.
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