After about 7 minutes of waiting patiently for any form of life to serve us, a chef came out and asked if we had been served. He sent over a waitress. My boyfriend claims his Budweiser didn't taste right and his salad had a slight brown tint to it and barely any green. He got a steak and broccoli. The steak was tiny and shitty, but the broccoli was perfecto. I got a half burnt salmon/ bacon wrap. Then I went to the bathroom and felt like I was peeing outside in the -4 degree weather. Went back to the table and waited for the waitress for bout 5 mins then took her the credit card. I explained to the manager how cold it is in the women's bathroom. He said, " would you like me to bring in the fire pit from outside and light a fire for you?" While laughing at his own joke another worker sitting next to him said, " it's the same in the men's bathroom , my dick shrivels up every time I go in there." This place must be a drug front.