BAD PRESS
(excerpt from a letter sent to owners of salt House)
".......we will never be back to Salt House. We really don't know why, it's like, really weird, but we know we will never be back. We wanted to let you know that you won't see us again. Well, maybe one day, but not soon. For sure, not soon. Do you want to invite us back as your guest?"
(excerpted comment from an online 'foodie' site)
"We waited nearly 15 minutes to be seated, that ruined it for us. We will never go back."
(excerpt from same online 'foodie' site)
"....and the customers were tight-asses"
(verbally communicated at the door to a hostess)
"I think it's total garbage that you refer to yourselves as "Hawaiian inspired food" - I don't see anything Hawaiian about this. I lived there for years - you're full of it."
NOTE: This guest was then informed that they had most likely meant to eat next door at Roy's Restaurant which is a Hawaiian inspired restaurant. The guest's retort was - "Yeah, o.k., whatever, I'm just saying this isn't what I expected."
I think this place would be perfect for a metrosexual squirrel. Great modern decor, good martinis and a mixed nut appetizer to die for... For us people however, this place is below average. One star for the really cute girls sitting at the table across from us...it made the wait "almost' bearable.
- Via Yelp
As I was drinking my martini, I realized my drink was almost gone??!! Was I really drinking my drink that fast? Or were the glasses the smallest martini glasses ever???!!! We are going to go with #2- the smallest beverage glasses ever.
- Via Yelp
I had requested a "good table" in advance, and I really think the folks at the restaurant thought they gave us a good table--a nice two top way in the back. The problem? It was right next to a table of eight. And who was sitting at this table of eight when we were seated? Seven guys and a woman. I think they must have been on a wine tasting expedition. They had about 20 bottles lined up at a table perpendicular to theirs. Most of the guys got up, one at a time, oh...about every 30 seconds, to get another bottle of wine and pour about two sips into every glass at the table--as they were loudly talking and laughing and having a grand old time invading our personal space. Oh, did I mention that four of the seven guys were MORBIDLY obese? So, it was ass in the face time. LITERALLY. After about five minutes of this highly disruptive activity with these d-bags in our freakin' faces, I was livid. And yes, friends and neighbors, I'm a size-ist. So sue me. Have me banned from Yelp, yadda yadda yadda. I dont' give a rat's ass. Meanwhile, let's do some cardio and get that waist size a bit smaller than 48, thank you very much.
- Via Yelp
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