UPDATE
My wife Doris and I had originally visited Pobody’s Nerfect Grill (or PNG as the sign reads) 2 weeks ago, and we had such a delightful meal that it encouraged a second visit. Well, at risk of being dramatic, we had quite possibly the worst meal experience of the last ten years in this community!
To begin, our original waitress Sheryl wasn’t available when we first arrived. It was an early afternoon, and we told the hostess we could wait until she arrived. She was such a lovely young woman, and I wanted to make certain our $4 tip would be going to her once again. However, the hostess was rather moody, and her mumbling was difficult to understand. So, we waited 40 minutes before Greg, the manager, approached and informed us Sheryl was not due to work that day. It was a disappointment, but our appetites persisted, and so we settled for a new waiter, Darren.
I have to say, Darren seems nice enough, but he is clearly no Sheryl. His shirt was untucked, and he seemed rather fond of his cellular phone. I had to repeat my drink order twice, only to discover since our last visit they had discontinued serving Schwepp’s ginger ale! This made Doris and I rather glum, but we settled for 2 cans of generic ginger ale and pressed on.
After placing our orders, a terribly raunchy song began playing, which lowered our moods only further. Some foul mouthed man shouted his fondness for women’s… bottoms. How unprofessional! With so many pleasant songs to aid with digestion, why did the owners feel “Baby Got Back” was a fitting melody for their patrons? I seriously question their judgement.
When our food arrived, it was rather helter-skelter. We had made our lettuce allergies quite clear, but nevertheless receives side salads, which were chock full of lettuce leaves. Doris’s mac-and-cheese was far to big to consume, which was a troubling waste of good food and put her in quite a position. My chicken pot pie was extremely hot, in spite of my directions, and I had to wait a good 10 minutes before I could even begin to eat my dish.
With our stomach’s sated but our dispositions rather low, I felt it was fitting to relay our experience to Greg. He appeared to take my notes to heart at first, but then flippantly replied, “pobody’s nerfect!” I couldn’t understand, had he suffered a stroke? We were well aware of the establishment’s name. He offered to compensate us for our poor experience, but it’d have been an even greater offense to good business practices receiving cooked food for no charge. We just wanted to put the whole affair behind us.
And so, it’s with a heavy heart I have to revise my former review of this establishment. It seems they have some issues to work through before they’re fully prepared for paying customers.
4/5 stars