It was ketchup that sealed the server's fate.

+ I specifically ordered Endless Shrimp, without any sides, salads, biscuits or any other upsales, but the starter plate came with wild rice and corn on the cob. The corn on the cobb was added on receipt, free of charge, but I made it clear in the begining that the shrimp is what I am interested in.

+ Pineapple Habanero tasted way too sweet in the oversweetened somewhat spicy chili sauce. I had to spit out some of this sweet sauce back on the plate.

+ Plate with a skewer with 6 pices of shrimp instead of 10, a lemon wedge and a dippy cup with KETCHUP! Who the fuck dips the shrimp in ketchup?!

+ Grilled Shrimp sans Teriyaki sauce came out inconsistant with every following plate, I even think that they switched shrimp scampi on a skewer because one of the plates had too much oily shrimps.



I am done with Red Lobster. To tell the truth, I'd rather spend this money and make a big-ass sandwich of my own at home. Every time I go Red Lobster for Endless Shrimp, I eat less and less and have more remorse for eating here and feel sorry around all the other patrons that think that this place is some fine dining.

The server was some 50+ bald-ass Steve Buscemi-looking and sounding but fat doofus who KEPT MAKING EXCUSES to all the 5-6 tables in his section. He was out of place compared to all the servers, and he sounded way fancy and kept making hand gestures when he described the food menu, and made "grand" compliments to black grandmas for making "wise choices" over "excellent [food] paitrings". He also began talking to table [which had a newborn or something that kept crying] infront of me about how the childrens are god's blessing, and that he has too 2 "little ones" that are in college. He also mumbled something about his wife, but he did not have any rings on his fingers, so I wasn't buying his "wife and kids" story. The mexican guy at that table ordered Ultimate Feast and the server almost exploded in lame excitement, but right away began to offer all kinds of likker as a pairing. After I got served with ketchup as a dip, I knew that he will not get a tip from me, so I was looking forward to stiffing his ass and kept smirking pretty much all the time while trying not to giggle.