If Endometriosis Were a Restaurant, I'd Give It One Star (If That)
Frankly, it wasn’t my idea to try endometriosis, but I wasn’t given a choice in the matter, so my review is partly illustrative of feeling like I didn’t have any control over the situation. I understand that others might have a different perspective on it, but I’m willing to bet that many will resonate with my overall assessment of my experience.
Service: Spotty and Inconsistent
The staff were undertrained, inattentive, and inconsiderate. They were unwilling to accommodate my unique requests and made me feel like I was an inconvenience for even asking to get my needs met. Additionally, we felt rushed to get in and out so that they could get to the next patron, which is a particular pet peeve of mine.
Food: Bland and Carelessly Prepared
I’m not entirely sure what they did wrong, but let’s just say I experienced a host of random gastrointestinal issues ranging from nausea and bloating to constipation and eventual diarrhea. The flavor was bland and the menu was extremely limited. There was no creativity to the dishes and the presentation was a bloody mess.
Ambiance: Cramped and Musty
Tables were literally so close together that we felt like the guests next to us were invading our privacy. The dining room smelled musty and surfaces felt grimy and sticky. It was pretty gross. And don’t ask about the bathroom. Not only had it not been cleaned recently, they were out of basic supplies including feminine napkins/tampons in the dispenser, air freshener, and toilet paper.
Location: Hard to Find
The location of endometriosis was extremely hard to find. We tried using GPS but ended up having to poke around a dark seedy neighborhood exploring every nook and cranny before we finally identified it. It also took much longer to get there than we expected based on what we had been told by the reservation staff.
All in all, this was one of the worst ordeals I have ever endured. Nothing about it was pleasant or positive. Honestly, I’d rather have an organ removed from my body than ever have to revisit endometriosis. The scars of having undergone that trauma will stay with me for the rest of my life.
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