Eat n Park in Willoughby.

Today's preface is this: Lisa, this has absolutely nothing to do with you and/or any of your colleagues except one.

Whomever the guy was walking around in his tie and acting somewhat managerial, your skills are sadly a bit too over the top. You may be wonderful with your staff, but I and my table thought you were incredibly overbearing and downright fucking loud. For God's sake, man, walk the extra three steps and tell the hostess what tables are empty. There is no reason for you to have had to yell it across the entire restaurant. What kind of clod taught you that something so ridiculous would be the right most expedient and all around best way to keep things moving? I cannot even imagine a training program that would tell its people to yell across a crowded room. If that is the case, you did it right. If, as I suspect, that is not the case, then you need to re-think the way you do things and be a bit less boisterous.

I really don't want to write much more about this place. One of the three ordered from the menu and it took about twenty minutes, for fucking French Toast and scrambled eggs. Our buffet was not one of the better ones. The eggs had a very strange consistency even for powdered and... Hell, it really isn't worth saying. It is a cheap place to go and if you remember that, well, there you go.