Bartenders = just annoying as can be - the type of people who you intentionally avoid eye contact with in hopes they don't speak to you - kind of like you would with a crackhead that is on a muttering, ranting binge attacking anyone who comes too close to them. Boynerds on a self-manifested coolguy pedestal dancing to their own tune (read: Rebecca Black's "Friday"). If you do sit at the bar, please make sur eto take note of the tool pool (read servers) that feed off every move the tenders make - like groupies at a One Direction concert. Except it's all guys. all guys. Wings = Quite good actually, though the menu says they were supposed to come with celery, which for some unknown reason really upset my girlfriend when the celery didn't show up. PB & J Burger = 2 words (food poisoning) - yep, thank you Rehab for allowing me to enjoy my first bought of this wonderful gem. The idea is controversial, but from the common opinion from staff and patrons alike, we went for it. Maybe they are good when cooked properly - but that's not what I got. I got a hot pile of slop in the shape of a burger. All I could taste was mushy,warm peanut butter and the juices of meat that I suppose was the burger. My gf and I split 1 burger. I ate 3/4 of my half, she ate 2 bites. I already had a lump in my stomach. We paid and got to safety.
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