IF YOU ARE A TOURIST DON’T ORDER A MARGARITA. Not that the margaritas aren’t good. It’s just the refreshing iconic vacation marg puts a big cash sign on your head, and let me tell you my friend, the waitresses at the Pilot House are as snaky as they come. Our overly friendly waitress took our margarita order. She was so friendly and busy she didn’t have time to properly pronounce her words, mumbling something under her breath and asking if we wanted it. Trusting fools that we are, we thought it was a straw or something reasonable. Then the bill came- and turns out it was an expensive brand of tequila. More than twice the price of the original. We questioned where this debt inducing number came from and suddenly she was not so friendly. Agressive even. She walked away. We ended up paying $162 in margs alone. She has innovated on the bread basket trick with cunning worthy of Jeff Bezos and, if I hadn’t been so enraged on being robbed, I probably would’ve congratulated her on her business savvy. I wish I could say the food would make up for it, but it was pretty, eh. Oily and fried is all they do. So to summarize. Mean staff. Average food. Good dance floor. So pick your poison. Just make sure you firmly ask the price first.