I never write reviews but feel morally compelled to share with the world my experience at the Chatterbox to prevent future suffering.\r
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Service: we were seated by a relatively friendly guy who immediately took our drink order- so far so good. guy leaves and proceeds to walk aimlessly around the nearly empty restaurant. ten minutes pass with no drinks and we are greeted by a different dude who tells us he's ""terrible at his job"". no big deal. guy takes our order and we are soon greeted by two other employees for no apparent reason. food is delivered by yet another employee who doesn't have my salad. I inform him of this and he says, ""really?"" salad is delivered by guy who is terrible at his job and he says, ""I suck""\r
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food: I ordered the grilled cheese with tomato dill soup. I don't understand how anyone can mess up a grilled cheese (was the first meal I learned how to prepare myself) but the chatterbox did it brilliantly. the focaccia bread was soft, as in not grilled, and the cheese is sort of melted. it was as if they put crappy colby cheese in between two pieces of bread and microwaved it. The soup was cold (I am well under 65 years old)and there was so much dill dumped in that I had to chew it.\r
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atmosphere: Steve Miller's 'The Joker' was playing, mocking and laughing at me\r
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do not eat the food here, don't let your children eat the food. please stay away
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