Teezers — Restaurant in Racine

I will say I went in around 9pm on a Friday, so I expected it to be busy.I go in and stand by the Togo counter waited about 7 minutes, not one person spoke to me. Then the bartender/ server was yelling at a different customer. So I walk to the other side of the bar, and waited 10 more minutes the guy bartender said hello from a far, then started empty the receipts out of the register. So after 17 minutes I finally walk to the counter again and make them talk to me. I wanted an order to go. No worries, your busy.She took my order,and did not write it down. And when she repeated it wrong,I corrected her,and I heard I got you. Then I walked to the computer to help. Waited for my food, sat in the same spot she served my coke too. She comes out a screams my name not once, but 4 times, and a pirceing scream.Because she could not hear me say here.I have three orders on plates. She did not know it was to go, but I am glad she had her cigarette. Then I boxed up my own food, because I did not see her wash her hands. I get home and the whole order, every sandwich is wrong. Food would have been better if correct. And she is the first bartender I did not tip. And that takes a lot for me to do. She was so bad, obnoxious and paying more attention to the customer she yelled at and carrying on about it. Then doing her job, I don't like posting bad things about small businesses, but I tried to call and the phone is off the hook. Because of her I will not...

Gave them another chance cause we loved this place... AND

This used to be my family’s go-to spot—we ordered from here multiple times a week. Unfortunately, everything has taken a nosedive, from the quality to the quantity of the food. I’m not sure if there’s a new cook, but the food has been disappointing. The breaded fish in my tacos was the size of a frozen chicken finger—overcooked and dry. And where were the toppings? The spinach artichoke poppers were no better; they were overcooked and burnt on the outside. I’ve tried to give this place another chance each time, but they continue to fall short of even reasonable expectations. After all this, I think this will be my last attempt, whether it’s for delivery, pickup, or dining in.

The club sandwich was decent, but it’s not what it used to be. It used to be a generous portion, and now it’s half the size. The bread, which was once simply toasted, is now coated in an oily butter that resembles what you’d use for a grilled cheese. This sandwich has always been my go-to order here, and I’ve chosen it countless times. Don’t get me wrong—it’s not bad, but I can’t help but wonder why they would change something that was already so good. If this is the new and improved version, I’m unlikely to...

I came in craving a Reuben—one of my all-time sandwich soulmates. You know the kind: beefy, tangy, melty perfection nestled between crispy rye.

What I got… was something else.

At first bite, I was intrigued. By the third, confused. Was it corned beef? Pulled pork? Both? A meat medley straight outta Frankenstein’s deli? The flavors were fighting each other like they had beef… and apparently, also pork.

Don’t get me wrong—it wasn’t bad. But it wasn’t a Reuben. It was a Rubén's long-lost cousin who moved to Memphis and got into barbecue fusion.

In the words of Agent Sands (Johnny Depp), I won’t kill the cook—but I will shoot him with compliments for bold creativity. Just maybe rename it. “The Southern Switcheroo” or “The Brisket Blunder”? Something to let my tastebuds know what's coming.

Until next time, Tweezers. Will be back for my...