Applebee's Grill + Bar — Restaurant in Bloomington

Edit in 2022: It's been nearly 5 years and I still cannot go to any Applebee's because of this. I still think about the gross negligence of this manager and this company.

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So, this took me a while to process. Even longer to be able to write out. Friday September 22nd, my partner & I went to this location for dinner. It was kinda late. Maybe 9pm? We sat in the bar area. Hanna, our server, was great. Super professional and upbeat. A couple things were wrong with our food shrug the problems were fixed without any real issue. The issue was what immediately followed. I have background work in the health field. I have first aid & CPR training. So does my partner. I have responded to many emergencies, including a car accident I witnessed in Bloomington 3 months prior to this. After receiving our food, an ambulance pulls up to the front. I even said "is that ambulance for here?" No one around us knew. There was an emergency in the right of the restaurant (a mostly isolated and empty section). I remember the couple sitting there were both around their mid 20's, like me. After the EMTs went over, I noticed the manager and a couple other people were over there. After assessing the young man, the EMTs immediately started compressions and got a defibrillator as soon as they could. I immediately became distraught and so did the patrons around me. CPR is only implemented in an emergency situation. Only if the person has lost a heart beat. If someone is performing life saving measures outside of the hospital, the chances of living are extremely low. This poor man was laying on the Applebees floor waiting for an ambulance for who knows how long. No one asked for help. No one asked for a doctor. No one made a fuss. The manager didn't ask if anyone had any expertise in the medical field. I did. The person behind me did. There was even a retired RN two booths behind us. Not one staff tried to help this person other than calling 911. After watching them try to revive this young man for about 10 minutes, I couldn't handle it anymore. My partner & I paid, then went next door to CVS. We didn't hear the ambulance leave for another 10 mins. I don't know what happened. And it scares me. What if one of us performing CPR could have saved that boy's life? Was he even okay? Why in the world didn't the manager say anything? Even go calmly section by section to ask quietly? No one did anything. That is so terrifying.

I will never go to this location again. Ever. What if something happens to me? Will no one ask for help? What if something happens to a loved one? Will no one help them? This was not handled properly. And it could have cost a...

The waitress was wonderful, she was there for me and my friend. My friend and I have had our hearts ripped out these last 2 months by women. Our waitress though was kind and listened to our horrible heart break stories. She gave us hope again, she was the kindest person my friend and I have met in such a long time, her service was wonderful as well. We never had to ask for refills on our soda pops, and we had our food in less than 15 minutes. The food was great, best we have had in a long time. For my friend and I it was a heart warming experience to have such a kind person to listen to our heart breaking stories. For any man that has had his heart ripped out of his chest in the past, this is the place to go, it a very warm welcoming environment to go, to try to heal a broken heart. In our case heal broken HEARTS. Thank you for whoever decided to put Applebeese in the town of Bloomington, Indiana. Ok everyone my friend is off to his room, and I to mine, to cuddle with our pillows listen to Foreigner, (I Want To Know What Love Is). To all men that has had there heart ripped out by a beautiful woman lately, this is the place to go. Please everyone who reads this, wish us luck on us finding a kind gentle woman, who...

A Splendid Time with Our Applebee’s Virtuoso, Lars

Imagine, if you will, a universe where the clinking of cutlery and the hum of half-price appetizers blend into a cosmic symphony. There, amidst the golden glow of mozzarella sticks and the existential steam of a sizzling skillet, stood our waiter — a maestro in an apron, a poet with a notepad.

He didn’t just take orders, man. No, he received transmissions. With a twinkle in his eye that said, "I’ve been to the edge of the menu and back," he guided us through the labyrinth of lime-touched margaritas and boldly sauced wings. When he spoke, it was velvet — a crooner’s voice amidst the static chatter of the lunch crowd.

And oh, the timing! Like Ringo on a good day, every refill, every extra napkin, every knowing nod arrived with metronomic precision. This wasn’t just service, it was performance art.

When the check came, it wasn’t a transaction; it was a bittersweet farewell, like the final chord of A Day in the Life. We weren’t just customers — we were comrades, briefly united under the fluorescent lights of casual dining.

To our waiter — you didn’t just serve food, mate. You served an experience. And for that, we raise our plastic tumblers of Pepsi...