Restaurant Review -ESPN Zone

sigh....
Need I rehash the abombination that was dinner?...for my loyal fans in the blogosphere, I will. But it will be a painful task, and I implore those who suffered through the journey to stop at this period. Still reading? Ahhh you must be a fan of the sadism, you masochist.

It all began with an ill-begotten leader, assured in his ways. Just for the record, please if you do decided to visit this place, take the metro center stop and walk the 2 blocks to 11 and E. DO NOT get out at Chinatown.

A comedy of errors which began with a succubus who, with blazing green eyes set against a dark complexion, informed us our wait would be approx. 30 minutes. Fine. Boys can play, girls can gab by the bar.
...30mins....
...40mins....
Two trips to the (different, downstairs) hostess with the same reply "They are setting it now, we'll buzz you when its ready"
...60mins..
Glares from the entire group in her general direction
...70 minutes...
We are led to a ricketty pair of bar tables with 8 chairs squashed around them. Jon-precariously perched on a ramp. Superfudge-not happy, not happy at all. If he didn't have a beautiful Ms. Quimby by his side, who knows...
Encyclopedia Red? Ready for action. A visit from a robotic manager got us an unsuitable explanation as to why there were 3 empty tables bigger then our meager bar tables available the entire hour.
...rude server, bad cocktails, flat soda, long distances waitressing...
ugh.
35% off our bill?
excellent.

Overall rating? 2 out of 5
(why not 1 or 0? Becuase it is the ESPN zone. TV's in the bathroom stall, la-Z boys, arcade, decent food, and excellent choclate shakes, must account for soemthing...)