Q: negative

A: Lordy, I really hate this place. I'm using the word "hate" about a restaurant. I really want to have a good time here. I have friends and co-workers that go here all the time. Mike, loyalty is a virtue, and I respect that. I'll never get what you see in this restaurant, though. It all looks so promising. Good location, busy professionals bustling in and out, free wifi! The microcosm all shatters after that. First off, as another reviewer mentioned, the line is straight out of junior high. You walk over, grab a tray, and then proceed to an utterly befuddling system of pre-made food, people making food, people waiting for pre-made and yet-to-be-made food. What the heck is going on in this line? I want a half sandwich and cup of soup. They have no sandwiches made, so they give me a giant number on a metal pole. I proceed to the logjam of people waiting for custom salads to be made. Do I go around them to get my soup? Do I wait? Some people seem to be waiting. Someone asks me if I need soup. I open my mouth and manage, "I---" when a lady behind me shouts, "Cup of lemon chicken orzo!" Oh, you. You know the lady. Smart ponytail, pointy nose, voice that destroys and overrides every other sonic frequency. Oh, people cut me. YES. Junior high. People are taking cutsies, for the love of Pete. People in skirts and people in ties. I realize that I've gone to the same place for lunch as salespeople and HR representatives who drive black Hummers and black Yukons with black Cardinals license plates, flicking cigarettes out the windows and failing to signal lane changes as they go. And they're cutting me in line. How did my judgment get so clouded? Now someone hands me my sandwich and takes back my giant number. I am now at the cashier. Another bottleneck. The people here have no money handling skills--they are handed legal tender and they inspect it as if someone gave them kroner and they're mentally performing a currency conversion. Five more minutes go by, and my toes are getting numb from standing in line. Do I have a (mumble) card? No, no. Whatever it is, I don't have it, and I don't want it. I'll never be back here. I get to the drink station and more people cut me as I try to set my tray down and get tea. I realize I overshot the silverware and try to step back that way. Someone heads me off at the pass and takes the last FOUR soup spoons. I finally sit down and attempt to enjoy a few minutes of solitude. I'm in the north room. After 70 seconds, a woman asks me if I'd like to try some Thai salad. I decline, and hear card shuffling. I'm not in a dining room, I'm in a card room. Women are playing bridge or rummy or cribbage and they are laughing raucously. The uniquely annoying sounds of metal-footed chairs being drug across a tile floor reverberate through my eardrums as other women prepare to turn the room into a mahjong parlor. One of them dumps a whole box of mahjong tiles on a comically small table and they laugh as the tiles tinkle to the floor. Somewhere next to me a guy's giant number on a metal pole tips over and clangs to the floor. Someone asks him if he's seen a set of Yukon keys.

Q: negative

A: Let me start by saying that the only reason they get 2 stars instead of 1 is because I didn't actually get to play the course. So I cannot judge it. I called roughly 3 hours before the time I was going to arrive and asked if I could make a tee time for myself and 2 other non players to ride along. I was told since I wAs the only one playing that I wouldn't need a tee time and that I could just squeeze in between groups. I arrive and I am "greeted" by an Asian guy(which from other reviews I'm guessing is probably the same guy that others encountered) that doesn't even give me any acknowledgement at the front desk. Once he greets me I then say that it will be myself and 2 non players. He then explains to me that I will have to pay an extra cart fee which is fine. Then I ask him if he gives any sort of military discount and he responds with a sarcastic laugh and says no. I said ok no big deal. He then tells me that the soonest tee time is over an hour from then. I explain to him and gave him the name of the person I spoke to earlier about not needing a tee time and he responded with "he doesn't know what he's talking about and we don't do that. You will need a tee time". I then thanked him for wasting my time and left with my family. It looked like a nice place but I think that they need to get rid of that douche(again, other reviewers may be able to attest) if they want a good reputation.

Q: negative

A: While I will continue to eat at this establishment, I will only do so because it is the closet Chicago food place near my work, otherwise I would completely avoid this place due to its outrageous pricing. There are better tasting and cheaper options all over the valley.

Q: positive

A:
Very good pizza. Its not the best pizza I've ever had, but its good for Oakland fare. I've had a few pizzas from here; all were good. I've had the steak hoagie. It was good, but could've used some more flavor. The wings are the best I've had in Oakland. I got them once with the BBQ sauce. They were meaty and crispy.