We went to the Ram restaurant in search of a quiet dinner in the middle of the week on a very stormy night. Much to our suprise we had to wait a short time for a table. When given our table it was next to the kitchen, under bright lights. I asked for a booth and was told "We have a line." I said "I know, we were in it." They never moved us. The waitress giggled about this. When served my steak dinner it was like shoe leather. To add insult to injury the carpet under my chair was littered with crayons, crumbs and little scraps of paper - all at no extra charge. What a terrible evening.
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