Mavericks Beach Club — Restaurant in San Diego

We were really looking forward to our night out, but unfortunately, the service completely ruined our experience. Our server was extremely rude from the moment we sat down—she wouldn’t acknowledge us when we said thank you, barely interacted with us, and gave us attitude whenever we asked a simple question. We waited 40 minutes for our food, and when we politely asked about it, we were met with a dismissive response about the restaurant being busy—despite there only being four other tables. To make matters worse, when the food finally came out, it was given to a part of our group that arrived way after us, adding another 20 minutes to our wait. When our order finally arrived, we tried to confirm it was correct, and the server responded with even more attitude, eye-rolling, and overall unprofessional behavior. She never introduced herself, never checked in on us, and made us feel completely unwelcome.We don’t know her name because she never told us, but she was a brunette girl with glasses. To top it off, when we tried to leave early from our group, she made it incredibly uncomfortable. She told us she’d only split the bill four ways—which we never even opposed—but she made a huge scene about us wanting to pay and go. She loudly got everyone’s attention, threw her hands up in frustration, and acted as if we were making an unreasonable request. When we finally paid, she grabbed the receipt and walked away before I could sign it. I mentioned that we hadn’t left a tip yet, and she sarcastically said, “It’s fine.” I asked if she had tipped herself, and she dramatically responded, “No, it’s fine,” making a scene in front of our group. I told her, “That’s your choice then,” and she stormed off. The food itself was decent, especially considering the deal, but the poor service made it hard to enjoy our meal. We felt so uncomfortable that we just wanted to get out of there as soon as possible. Unfortunately, we won’t be returning. I hope management addresses this, because no guest should be...

My friends and I came here on 3/15/25. We were celebrating st Patrick’s weekend. My friend forgot her phone at a restaurant about 3 mins away. The host was very accommodating. She let us pay and said to let the security guard know you’d be back and she shouldn’t have to wait in line. We did exactly that. As we met with our other friends a tall big white guy approached us VERY aggressively and asked who just walked through. We told him who it was and he said “you need to go back in line let’s go.” I kindly explained to him the other staff said we were good and why. The man came closer to me and said “I don’t care what they said I run the door and if you don’t like it you can leave” mind you I’m 5’5 130 pounds so I’m not sure why he felt the need to try to intimidate me but alright. He took my friend. I followed and started to give him some attitude which did make it a little worse but he can’t talk to us however he wants. My friend was able to come back in and he continued to yell at me as we walked away making unprofessional comments and I just ignored him at that point. It is not hard to be kind!!! Had he approached us and said “I’m sorry ladies there’s a policy we have to follow for safety reasons can you please come back so I can check your things?” We would have GLADLY done it and probably would’ve appreciated him being nice about it. He also said she has to get in line at first NOT just “check her things” If we see him at the door we will not go back in which is sad because the music and...

One of the bouncers—who looked like an even gayer Cinna from The Hunger Games--with a smug smirk glued to his face—pulled me out of line out of nowhere. He claimed he saw me carrying a trash bag across the street or knocking one over (he changed his story several times, likely because he was visibly high and insecure and was too weak to admit his mistake.) I told him I'd had zero to drink and that I was holding my wallet in one hand and phone in the other so therefore could not have been carrying a trash bag. He either mistook me for the taco truck worker across the street or was straight up hallucinating, but he nonetheless refused to admit his mistake. His cocky attitude and rude behavior made it clear he didn’t care about facts or treating people with basic respect.

I drove 5.5 hours from Vegas to hang out in PB, and this poorly-trained wannabe cop thought he'd exercise an ego trip out of insecurity. His big, shaved-headed coworker could see that he was wrong but failed to step in and do the right thing.

I’ve never been treated like that before at any bar. I've been coming for four years. I won’t ever be back—and I’ll make sure my friends and anyone visiting PB hear about this too. Mavericks...