Back in February, Ray and I had one of those impromptu date nights where we had decided to see a movie, and then on a whim decide to have dinner before hand. So we wandered the area looking for some place to have dinner. Of course since we had reservations no where, pretty much every trendy place we walked into had an hour wait.
After wandering around for a while we finally got a table at The Melting Pot.
The first time I went to The Melting Pot back in Atlantic City, NJ. It was a nice experience, but my perception of this place had always been that it was a suburban chain that was considered a “nice” place to dine if you were over 30 and had children. But, it still made for a nice and fun dining experience. (I’m referring to the time I went in Atlantic City.)
This time I went to The Melting Pot in Chicago. The service was pretty
badawful. We made the most of it. The eating portion of this experience wasn’t too bad, except that our server pretty much neglected us. This meant no water service for long stretches of time, and extended a meal that should have been under an hour to over 1.5 hours long. And finally, because we had a movie to catch we just got up and went to the hostess to pay our check. (This is after our server gave us the wrong check too. Fail server, fails.)
Still smiling despite the service fails.
I think at one point we tried asking another serving staff member for some water as they passed by, and instead of just stopping and pouring us some water they went all the way to find our MIA server to come back to get us water.