So we went to this restauarant/bar in the West End called Gators for Fat Tuesday. With a name like "gators", along with the paper mache alligators hanging from the ceiling we are thinking...."this is the place to be." So we pay our $3 cover to get in. There is NO cajun/zydeco music and there are no tables. And we're hungry. We finally find this one couple over in the corner that is at a 2 top table, with 3 extra seats - they were gracious enough to let us sit.

Then the waiter comes over, takes our drink orders and gives us a menu. As we pour over the menu trying to decide what to eat, we finally decide on the alligator strips. I forget what their "official name" was on the menu. We also ordered some Fried Green Tomatoes. We place our order and after about 15 minutes the waiter comes back and says, "We're out of the gator strips. Would you like something else?" Of course, he doesn't have another menu with him for us to look at - what? does he think we know the menu by heart!??? We get a menu and place our order with the waiter, who by the way doesn't ask if we'd like something else to drink before he walks off into the crowded mass of people. So now we are drinkless.

The couple next to us, decides to move to another table because people keep bumping the guy. Those people were from the local "Talk that Rocks" radio station. They were doing a promo there.
Our tomatoes are delivered! Only one thing....no plates and no napkins. And the waiter, again doesn't ask, if we'd like anything before he walks off into the mass.....But don't think my friend, Shelby, didn't boldly point out that we had no plates when he delivered our nachos. He didn't bring napkins either. My husband had to get up and go get us some. Oh! Those nachos. Lets talk about them.
We order these "cajun" nachos that have shrimp and andouille sausage on them. Sounds good. Well, just like every other "Cajun" restaurant we have been to in Dallas - it WAS NOT andouille sausage. It was your typical, right-off-the-grocery-store-lunch-meat-section-smoked sausage. uggghhhh.....

Well, back to the "Talk that Rocks, we are the sh*t" radio people. They had a table farther in the corner than us, and only a handful of them were there when we showed up. But by this time, there was a whole crew of them and their friends. And of course they can't see the stage - where by the way, girls are showing their tata's for beads, and a guy is playing the piano. So they STAND IN FRONT OF OUR TABLE! Well being a natural red-head, I tend to get pissed off when people are that inconsiderate and think that they have the right because of who they "think they are!" So I decided to be drama queen and make it obvious I was having to break my neck to see the stage because their a**es were in my face. Finally Station Manager Bob turns and says, "Oh, I'm sorry!" I just give that fake, "yeah whatever - f**ck you" smile. But of course when he moves all the other f**kers decide to get in my way. So I start talking as loud as I can - which can be very loud - saying sh*t like, "I can't f**kin see because I left my x-ray glasses at home", and stupid sh*t like that - but with that real sarcastic, b*tchy attitude. So, "oh", they again realize "we are in the way" and move. Well, there's this one guy with bleached blonde hair that has moved once or twice but keeps moving back - right in my view. So I just reached over the table and grabbed his shirt and pulled him by his shirt over to the left. He turned and looked at me and I did the f**ked up, "f**k you, move your a**" over smile. He finally got the idea! A**hole.

Okay, to wrap it up, I was being a b*tch and having fun with it...mainly because "Station Bob" was hanging on every word that came out of my mouth. Once he asked me if we listen to the show, and I said, "yea, but I'm thinking of giving that up since I CAN'T F**KIN SEE!" He asssumed since I was being a b*tch, and I have red hair, that I have this attitude all the time. Okay, f**k you too! You don't know me. I had to explain that I am being this way "because I was here hours before any of these a**holes, and if they wanted to stand here they should've f**kin roped off this whole f**kin area! Besides, there are plenty of other places for them to stand. This is a bar!"

Oh, lost track, we are wrapping it up. Our horrible, horrible, waiter brings the tab. Well with the way the night is going, I actually think, "I better make sure this is right." So, I look at the $130 tab and see all this sh*t on there that was NOT ours! Dumb*ss waiter, puts all the drinks and food on our tab that belonged to the guy and girl that moved to the other table. Okay. It was obvious we were not with this couple, we had our backs to them when we were sitting by them, we didn't talk, and they moved to another table when it opened up! He was a F**kin Moron! So, my husband grabbed him and I very rudely said, "We didn't eat this, or this, or drink this, or these....this tab is wrong!" and Shelby informs him that he put their tab on ours - So, he goes and corrects it, and wallah! The tab has been cut in half! I ask my husband how much he wants to tip - and on a normal good night, my husband will tip well - but tonight, he says, "Don't tip him a GD thing, he doesn't deserve a f**kin penny!" Okay, this is funny, because my husband is the most laid back person I know, and he isn't normally so adamant about stuff! So, I left the guy 2 bucks. And we left. Vowing to never return.