Denny's — Restaurant in Gilbert

I don't even want to leave one star but you have to leave at least one to post it. Today my husband and I walked into a Denny's restaurant and waited to be seated. When we were finally seated by the waitress I sat down on one side of the table, mind you with no problems, and Aaron about to sit on the other side when the waitress so kindly pointed out to me that "the other side of the table is 'wider' if you would like to sit on this side." She proceeded to repeat it once more after I said, "what?" And then told her I was just fine where I was. We ordered our drinks and began to look at our menus. I sat there and thought about the fact that while I am not that typical skinny girl and am not that obvious extremely 600 lb. girl, I am particularly bothered by my weight because I have tried many methods to lose weight but because of my many conditions and autoimmune disorders it makes it hard to exercise without a lot of pain and to lose weight from the side effects of the medication regimens that I am on. But that is the invisible side of me that no one sees. I began to well up with tears because to be honest this was the first time anyone has blatantly pointed out my weight in such an obvious way. It bothered me and hurt, a lot. My husband decided to talk to the manager about the waitresses insensitivity. The manager's excuse was, "we offer our tables to everyone like that sir." Moments later the waitress approaches our table and says, "I didn't mean to say anything about your weight. I only meant that since you were pregnant I wanted to make sure you were comfortable." I was both livid and beyond hurt at this point. Although I was sobbing I looked at her and said, "I am NOT pregnant." My husband said we were leaving but not without stopping to talk to the manager once again. We left with no apologies and no excuses from them. We don't know the struggles that people go through everyday. We don't know the journeys that people have been through. I once was a rail thin girl with an eating disorder who fought food everyday and gaining a pound or two was my biggest fear. I am now 220lbs. And gaining a pound or two is my biggest fear because I hate being this heavy. But my life is more than my weight. I've had cancer. I've had more pain than a person my age should have had to endure. I've had five back surgeries-- one which restored my ability to walk again after a mal practice accident. Each handful of pills I take is bigger than the bite of cereal you take each morning and yet I depend and it to function each day. I had dreams to be a medical anthropologist and instead I am changing my dreams to become something not what I dream of but only what my body is capable of. So please don't look at me as a young, overweight, fully capable, full of life individual. Just know that I live day by day holding it together not knowing what tomorrow will bring. Today was a day I just couldn't be strong. Tomorrow is a new day. Be kind to one another. You never know what someone else is going through, has gone through, OR will go through. God bless and have a good...

This is the last time I go there , the first two times I ordered on line and picked it up the manger at the time was yelling at the Staff for who know what while the place had people there eating and all looking at her like what is your problem, she looks at me asked me how can she help me I told her I was picking a order up and points to the long table said it's right there. She doesn't ask my name and seem like it was problem for her that I was there to pick up my order. Thank god I looked at the name on the receipt it was mine, today 10-25-24 its 1:30pm I go in with my daughter to have lunch with her and where waiting for someone to seat us and this Manger is screaming and yelling at the staff and the cook about who is going to stay or or leave, someone finally comes over and takes us to a table gets us something to drink, and the Manger is still yelling at the staff and staff is yelling back, i finally had enough of hearing it and turned around and looked at them, once the manger and staff saw me looking at them they stopped yelling at each other,the bus boy or who ever he was come up to are table asked my daughter about her sandels where she got them, really!! When where leaving and to pay the bill the lady is throwing her arms in the air and telling us about how much soda she had and she can't help herself by doing that,I don't need to know that just do your job that's it. all I have stay if the Manger has problem any staff member take them in the office and talk to them, do not start yelling at them when there is customer in the place,who ever charge of doing the schedule need to do better job at that also,That Manger need to go , they need to find new Manger that control there mouth and manage a restaurant and staff. She lucky I'm not her boss if heard talking or treated my staff that way she would fired on the spot. As far as the food goes it was not that good the seasoned Fries I got had no flavor at all, the sandwich i got they put some type Italian season on it which made sandwich not good, the ice tea i got tasted over brewed not good, the waitress didnt come over to see if everything was ok, when it was time to leave i had to ask some for a to go box, and they acted like it was problem for them, i didnt leave a tip they didnt earn one, very bad serves,I will not be...

I am from the South, Louisiana, so I love my big country breakfast, and I especially love my grits. I had just written a great review for Denny’s in Yelp and Google for another location last week. It was wonderful. I came to this location today, expecting another great breakfast. I ordered a big breakfast with grits, same as usual. The waitress brought it out, and everything was ice cold. Everything. Plus, the grits were very watery. I pointed all of it out to the waitress, especially the grits. Some time later, she brings out all of my breakfast. This time everything was okay, except for the grits. It was a fresh bowl, of the same cold watery grits! If they were going to send out the same watery grits, one would think that they would at least warm them up! Nope. There they were, with a scoop of butter floating in them without the least sign of any melting. I showed the waitress, and she asked if I wanted another bowl, which I thought was ludicrous, consideringWas the cooks actions to this point. So, I finally eat, and when I’m done, she brings me my ticket, with everything on it, including the grits. She tells me I can plead my case with the manager! I figure that’s just as well, because I just know the manager is going to deeply discount my ticket once he’s made aware of my troubles. I mean after all, I eat out for breakfast on the weekend to enjoy myself, not to litigate a case before the Denny’s High Court. Boy, but, couldn’t have been more wrong! He offered to take off the grits, and that was it. Most reputable restaurants just take the ticket and tell me to be on my way once they realize that I had a rough time in their establishment. Not this place, and not...