Poor Boy Lloyd's — Restaurant in Baton Rouge

My mom and I went to Lloyd’s Poor Boys for the first and last time.

When we walked in, we were asked what we wanted before even getting a chance to look at the menu. We asked for a moment, and the man gave us a yellow menu. My mom ordered a Coke for me and a sweet tea for herself. He asked if we were dining in or taking out—we said dine-in. He said breakfast had just ended, and they’d call us when lunch started.

We sat and were told to pay after eating. He eventually took our order. I got fried pickles. My mom asked about the seafood platter—he said oysters were no longer included. She asked about the oyster poboy, and he explained it was market price. When she asked if it could be cut in half, he asked where she was from because “they do that around there.” She said she didn’t know, just asking.

Food didn’t take long. I ate half my pickles, she ate half her poboy. I saw keychains, asked for two. Then I grabbed 7 candy bars, 8 gold coin candies, and 8 Sugar Daddy candies.

At the register, I wasn’t told the total. I handed over a card with $81. He said I still owed $10 more. My mom paid the rest. I sat down and said, “There’s no way this was $91.” We did the math—he overcharged. I politely asked for a receipt. He said I should’ve asked earlier—even though I had JUST checked out.

I told him I’m Black, not stupid, and I can count. He told me I was making it about race. I asked a nearby lady if I was wrong—she said no. I asked for a refund for everything but the food if I couldn’t get a receipt. He gave me one, but it wasn’t mine—it was time-stamped an hour earlier and had 3 plates we didn’t order.

He admitted entering candy as a “lunch plate” because I got 7 bars ($14). He said if I make him count, he’ll charge me more. I told him that receipt wasn’t mine and pointed out the incorrect time and items. He agreed to re-ring everything: • 2 fountain drinks @ $1.99 (but he originally charged $3.38 each) • 7 candy bars @ $2 = $14 • 8 candies @ $0.25 = $2 • 8 candies @ $0.50 = $4 • 2 keychains @ $7.99 = $15.98 • Fried pickles @ $7 (but he charged $9) • Oyster poboy @ $17.38 (market price)

Total before tax: $67.12. He said tax was 10%, so added $7—bringing it to $74.12. But I was charged $91, meaning he still overcharged me. I told him he owed me $16.88. He threw $5 on the counter. I said no, that’s not right. He eventually gave me $11 more.

Even then, it was wrong—because he’d already included tax in half the items, and the 10% he used was still off.

What it should’ve been: • Drinks, candy, keychains, pickles: $46.96 • 10% tax = $4.69 • Subtotal = $51.65 • Add oyster poboy @ $17.38 • Total max = $69.03

We were charged $91—with attitude, zero transparency, and resistance to even providing a receipt.

The man was rude, dismissive, and confrontational. I can’t support a place that treats people this way. And the food? Not even that good.

If you go here, do the math before handing over your card. You might get hustled if you don’t. He still owes me at LEAST $5.97

I will say that the young man who works there was nice & helpful, when asking him to hand me the keychains. But the other guy, HORRIBLE...

Everyone I know loves Poor Boy Lloyds. I finally tried them out. I bought a boiled shrimp poboy with no mayo, onion rings and potato salad. The onion rings came in an albasha box, for some reason, which I guess is kind of weird, but maybe they ran out and had to buy some boxes from another restaurant. There was a blob of tartar sauce dropped in the corner of the box and on one of the onion rings. I threw it away. The onion rings were not cooked through and the breading was greasy and doughy on the inside. The poboy had more mayonnaise than anything. It had to be returned. The potato salad (for my brother and according to him) tasted like mayo and sugar. He threw it out. We did get the poboy remade, at least, despite the argumentative staff saying "well it wasn't mayo, it was tartar sauce." (It was mayo; my brother took a bite before checking. We were splitting the poboy. He doesn't mind mayo, but he even said all he could taste was mayonnaise. The shrimp still had the dirt trails in it. It tasted like they rinsed off the old shrimp and piled it on the new sandwich. When we ordered, the prices were completely different on the copy of the menu we had. Whenever my coworker made it aware to them that they were grossly overcharging us, they told her that it was because we had ordered from the lunch menu. So, if you do want to eat here, be warned that there is a $4 difference between a side of onion rings for lunch and for dinner. You still get the same subpar food apparently, but they Jack the price up. Before my dad died, he used to get the seafood gumbo all the time. He raved about the place. Coworkers and friends have raved about the place. But everybody who ordered with us tonight agrees that it was overpriced and it wasn't good. Maybe they're having a bad night? But I don't understand how a restaurant that's supposed to be a downtown staple could be so terribly bad and...

As soon as I walk in, I ask to use restroom while my boyfriend orders, and this lady put her arm in front of me and tells me no, not until we order. We came to have a desert real quick. We order our desert and a drink to wash the desert down, then I use the restroom and then we sit down and wait, then she comes back and says they don’t have it. Ordered a different one, she leaves, comes back they don’t have it. So we’re good at this point. We are just going to have our one to go drink that we don’t even want anymore, that cost $3. We get to the register to pay and we wait 5 minutes because his machine isn’t working and he is fixing it… so now its apparently working, he says my boyfriend’s card isn’t working, so I have to transfer money now so I can pay the $3 via Apple Pay. The owner keeps saying $3 $3 over and over while I am transferring money at this time. He tells my boyfriend, oh it must be hard times, i understand if it is. We pay and leave. He says it went through. I have been here several times and I am from Baton Rouge and I feel they racially profiled my boyfriend. I get home and I see the $3 payment isn’t even on my account at all, not even saying declined. IT WAS HIS SYSTEM, IT WASN’T OUR CARDS!!! What the owner should have said was don’t worry about the drink since we didn’t have any deserts in house, even after we were told they did and sat down to wait for them, ordered a drink ONLY for the desert, or he could have been more patient as I was paying him. That was the worse experience ever. It upsets me because I will never go back there ever again. I am from here and I loved this place. Please don’t waste your money here. They made us feel awful and it wasn’t our fault, it was their...