text: Went into Munchbar looking for a late evening snack We saw ice cream on the menu and decided that is what we wanted After placing our order and waiting an interminable amount of time we tracked our server down She went off in search of our order She reported dutifully to us that I cannot find the guy who is supposed to make the ice cream I told the server it was okay just get us the bill Off she went again in search of our bill After watching her talk to a guy in a suit at the register for bit she returned with our bill and off she went The guy in a suit looked over our way and went back to the much more interesting group of young girls sitting in the corner We paid our bill and swore never to set foot in an establishment that cannot find the guy who is supposed to make the ice cream