The Windjammer Marinette — Restaurant in Town of Peshtigo

Notice how the place got 5 stars on everything but service? There’s a reason for that. My friends and I stopped in on Saturday evening. We sat at the bar and ordered drinks and asked for menus. Bar tender was rude from the get go. Basically put us on the back burner the whole time while she tended obvious regulars. 8 people in the bar and it takes you 20 minutes to come back and take our food order? Yeah, not ok. I work in the service industry in a far bigger town than Marinette and that definitely wouldn’t fly. I ordered the meatloaf special which came with a salad before hand. My friend ordered a side salad as a side with her meal. She was curious why her salad didn’t come out with mine and asked me in our own bubble before she raised the bar tenders attention. I was answering her (again, private conversation that couldn’t be heard unless she was eavesdropping) that her salad will be out with her meal when the bartender (who by the way was on the other side of the bar instead of behind taking a “standing break”) began talking over me that her salad would be out with her meal. Ma’am. A and B conversation. See your way out. When our meals came, we were given a loud monologue of one of the server’s hungover episodes with loud details of vomit in graphic detail. I don’t know if this is the same thin, red haired server that’s mentioned in every negative review for this place because I wouldn’t say she’s thin, but she definitely was a red head. One of the members from the party quietly approached her and politely said that she really didn’t want to hear about that while eating dinner. All hell between her and the bartender went loose from there. Accusations that we were rude? It was beyond bizarre. We came in, sat down, ordered drinks and dinner. How is that rude. And the red head scolded us for eaves dropping on her conversation, which may as well have been into a microphone… girl, we know you were only being that loud bc you thought that made you look cute. It didn’t. Neither did the pig tails… another topic of aggressively loud conversation for you. The manager was called this morning and for all of her apologizing on negative reviews she really didn’t give a flying nickel over the phone. This is what happens when small towns allow the only two non-repulsively ugly girls think they’re princesses, I guess.

Edit my reply to management, the great lil Jon once said, “don’t start no sht, won’t be no sht” I don’t know if you struggle with reading comprehension but a summary of what I wrote: if your bartender and server hadn’t started in on us, I wouldn’t have hit back with reality. Your employees are mean girl bullies who have nothing to boast on. You are right about one thing though: it has absolutely more to do with what management does and does not permit when it comes to professionalism than anything...

Very unfortunate experience tonight. I haven’t been back in town for a couple of years, so I was looking forward to stopping by for a meal with family. This used to be my go to spot, as I’ve always enjoyed the food.

Service was poor. It took quite a while before our order was taken. The server seemed like she didn’t want to be there, but not the end of the world. I ordered the prime rib special.

It took quite a while for the food to come, and it wasn’t very busy, but again, not the end of the world.

My meal came, there were no mashed potatoes that were supposed to come with the meal. I asked the server about them, and she said, “oh, you wanted those”? She then asked if I wanted my salad as well. Not sure why there was confusion, but hey, mistakes happen. She went and had them add the potatoes and brought out my salad, but not without seeming inconvenienced by doing so.

The prime rib came out well-done and was so tough, I had difficulty cutting it with the steak knife. The mashed potatoes seem to be instant potatoes, and I’m assuming the green beans were canned, as they were still cold. I took one bite of the potatoes, one of three beans, and about three total bites of the prime rib before I called it quits. I was going to initially notify the server, but she was nowhere to be seen. My family finished their meals and she came back with the bill. At this point, I wasn’t going to wait. She asked if I needed a “to-go” box, but I declined.

This let me down as this is the complete opposite of all of my previous...

I have no idea what the name of my order was, but i can most assuredly tell you that what i ate brought me to a world where pain doth not exist. A place where fear, hate, and sadness are not. Upon taking that first bite of whatever deepfried machination lay before me, all perception of what is and what once was were shattered. For a brief moment, I was not, nor had ever been "Bryce." For just a brief, fleeting moment, every negative aspect of my life vanished, and in its place resided a ball of pure, greasy energy... and ham. I walked towards that hamball, mesmerized by both its brilliance as well as its greasiness. Just before reaching out, i steeled my resolve (and arteries) and said a prayer. What happened next transcended what is even capable of expression via such paltry human vernacular. In brief, i met God when i tasted that ham. And she was beautiful. Kinda like the redhead behind the counter, but with a way deeper voice. Very surreal for ham.

P.s. the blueberry burger is phenominal. Sincerely yours, Two people that...