Where do I start? After standing at the hostess station for five minutes, waiting to be acknowledged or seated, I gave up, went inside, only to be told to "seat yourself". Next, we were given menus, between that moment and our waiter (who was great) returning, we had ring side seats to a inappropriate conversation between two of the busboys (grown men). After selecting something from the menu, we were told they were not serving that item today. We went with our second choice. While waiting for our food, my friend finds that his fork has crust on it. The chicken was a little dry, the vegetables were good but very few, and the mashed potatoes were stone cold. Now, all of this I could chalk up to ....not their best day, no one's great all the time. However, here is the reason I will NEVER return or recommend The Anderson. After paying the bill, I needed to use the restroom, not knowing where it was, I ask a woman, whom I assumed, was the owner because, as I approached her, I overheard her saying to a table of people "nice to see you again, enjoy, anything you need....blah blah blah. When I asked her where the restrooms were, she looked me up and down, and in a completely different( abrupt/disapproving) tone of voice than she had used when speaking to customers seated at the table just seconds before, says (while rolling her eyes) TWO BLOCKS DOWN!! I stopped and looked at her, but before I could say "what"?" she again, scowls TWO BLOCKS DOWN!! Apparently, she hadn't notice that my friend and I JUST HAD DINNER AT HER RESTAURANT!! I can only assume she thought we were just lookin for a place to pee. I was embarrassed, disgusted, and offended. A young waitress who witness this (and had refilled my coffee) realized this condescending womans ignorant mistake, and quickly led me personally to the ladies room. And one last thing, there is a single red rose on each table-ours was dead.