Last night we popped into the Rajin’ Cajun Piano Bar in Alton, Illinois,  to check out one of our local places and to get a bight to eat.

The place oozes atmosphere. Awesome.

We are not fussy people.  We are happy with decent food and decent service.  It doesn’t have to be first class stuff, just pay us a little attention, give us a little respect and serve us edible food at the temperature at which it was meant to be served.

The Ragin’ Cajun failed at every one of these aspects….  oh, the food was decent, but it was COLD, and it was not meant to be cold.  Trust me.

Last night we experienced seriously bad service.  We waited 25 minutes to be asked if we wanted a drink.  An hour to have our food order taken.  Waited another hour and a half for our meal to be served and were treated with utter frustration and disdain when we had the nerve to suggest that they may want to get their act together, because the slow service had become a joke and the talk of the entire restaurant.

The kicker?  Not a single apologetic word.  From anyone.  I emailed the restaurant last night as soon as I got home and I really hope they write back because that place is awesome, except for the service, and I really want to go back.

Thank God for Charlie.  Charlie was the Pianist.  Charlie rules.  Thank you Charlie, for making our night tolerable.  You are the only reason we stayed so long.

The fabbo frustrated guy was stolen borrowed from here.