Review? No. Rant? Yes. We ducked in out of the steady dark rain. I thought I heard a loudspeaker, and wanted to get inside to mute the noise.
We waited at the door, happy to see the place full. Confused as to what to do, we spied a couple places at the counter, where we could see the kitchen.
As we made our way over, I saw a bullhorn being aimed at me, as if in slow motion. Like a .45. The woman behind it redundantly screamed that we can sit anywhere.
We chose to go to another restaurant to sit.