The Atomic Cowboy

Unless you like to be made to feel unimportant by people who haven't got a clue about how to work in a restaurant, I would stear clear of this moron-staffed skeezhole.

In my many years of trying to keep my money (all earned in restaurants) in the pool of others who make their money serving in bars and restaurants, I have never been openly neglected to the point where I finally had to pack up and leave hungry....

Until now.

I'm patient to the travails of a busy shift.

I'm forgiving of mistakes made by servers, as I have made many myself over the last decade-and-a-half.

I tip. I tip because my house, my cars, my motorcycle, my travels, my marriage, my kid have all been paid for with tip money.

I know that, by looking at me, you would have no way of knowing any of that, but maybe they should have looked at my hungry daughter asking, "where's pizza" over and over again and the concerned dad making eye contact with every last one of the frightened staff members working that shift (Sunday lunch, April 3: check your Aloha records, owners), and said, "I'll be the one that takes some responsibility and some accountability and try to make this right."

Nope.

We left hungry and angry.

My daughter dropped her very first F-Bomb over it.

I took my business to Marco's Coal Fire Pizza where the service was top notch and my daughter and I left full and happy.

just love this place. the service is wonderful