Denny's — Restaurant in West Mifflin

Update 3/22/24: I've been many times since this review and it's been amazing,however today the server I guess left before waiting on us so the general manager named Thomas got our food order... He didn't write anything down which I know is a bad idea unless you've got a perfect memory, he came back to check he heard me right and didn't have it right at all... Food comes out and they added cheese to my boyfriends hashbrowns when it was only supposed to be mine, the cheese wasn't melted at all which was the whole point, he also missed my double order of them. He didn't come back and check on us after food was dropped, the next person to come by was a server we've had before who dropped the check, she was sweet I wish I got her name. Point is the staff there is all great minus the general manager. He should not be waiting on tables if he can't do it correctly. Well still be back but if it comes down to him waiting on us we'll have to pass.

Okay let me start this off by saying I have never had a good experience at a Denny's... Until now... I was very hesitant to try this but I really wanted breakfast at 11pm so my options were Denny's or nothing. As soon as we walked in we were greeted and sat at a clean table. Our waitress (I think her name was Gabryelle based on our receipt) was very sweet and got our drinks right away. I wasn't a fan of the tea just bc I'm used to real southern sweet tea so she switched it out for me no problem. I didn't really know what I wanted based off the menu names so I just told her what I wanted and she pieced it together. Food only took maybe 10 minutes, it was really quick. Eggs were cooked perfect, which I have a hard time finding a restaurant that can get my over easy eggs just right. Hashbrowns and french toast were both delicious and I tried the cinnamon roll pancakes... Couldn't finish those but I took them to go. The best part was with all my food, and the food my boyfriend got, the price was so cheap, about $35 for the both of us, I thought mine alone would be $30. Overall I'm very happy with my experience and this might just be my go-to restaurant for now on. Highly recommend...

A Masterclass in How Not to Run a Restaurant

Oh, where do I even begin with this culinary adventure? Let’s start with our lovely hostess, who greeted us with all the warmth of a winter chill. I mean, who needs a smile when you can have a blank stare, right?

Upon arriving at our "reserved" table, we were thrilled to find it had not been cleaned from the previous patrons. Nothing says fine dining like remnants of someone else's meal! But fear not, our diligent hostess swooped in to save the day—by clearing off the dishes and cleaning the table with her bare hands. A round of applause for such meticulous hygiene! After her grand performance, she graciously invited us to sit down at our still-dirty table. How charming!

Now, let’s talk about the service—or lack thereof. After an eternity of waiting, our waiter finally graced us with his presence. I half-expected him to be in a different dimension, considering how long it took him to take our order. He barely acknowledged our existence, asking what we wanted in a tone that suggested he’d rather be anywhere else.

Fast forward 35 minutes, and guess what? Still no food! I was beginning to think we were on some sort of "dine and delay" program. Not once did the waiter check in on us. I guess he was busy perfecting the art of invisibility.

At the 42-minute mark, our food finally arrived—cold and unappetizing, as if it had been specially prepared for a customer who enjoys their meal at room temperature. And surprise, surprise! Our waiter was still MIA. It was truly impressive how he managed to evade us so expertly.

Eventually, my husband had to channel his inner waiter and get up to request the check himself. Talk about a role reversal!

In summary, if you're looking for a dining experience that combines unwelcoming staff, long waits, and cold food, this is the place for you! I can confidently say we will never return, nor will we recommend this establishment to anyone—unless, of course, we want to share a good laugh at our friends’ expense. Cheers to never...

Title: “Breading Catastrophe: A Chicken Tender Tragedy” Rating: ⭐ (1 out of 5 stars) Review: I recently embarked on a culinary adventure to sample the chicken tenders at a local establishment. Little did I know that this seemingly innocent dish would lead me down a breadcrumb-laden rabbit hole of disappointment. The breading on these chicken tenders was like a failed attempt at a DIY home renovation. It clung to the meat with all the tenacity of a stubborn barnacle, refusing to let go even when I begged it to. As I took my first bite, I felt like I was gnawing on a cardboard box that had been left out in the rain. Texture-wise, it was a symphony of wrong notes. Imagine biting into a chicken tender and encountering a texture akin to gravel mixed with damp sawdust. The crunch was more of a desperate cry for help, as if the breading itself was screaming, “Why did you do this to me?” And the flavor? Oh, dear reader, brace yourself. The breading tasted like it had been seasoned by a blindfolded squirrel with a penchant for chaos. Salt? Nope. Pepper? Not a chance. It was as if the chef had accidentally spilled a jar of blandness onto the chicken tenders and decided to roll with it. But wait, there’s more! The oil-soaked aftermath left my fingers greasier than a used car salesman’s handshake. I contemplated using the leftover breading as an emergency oil spill absorbent. Environmental disaster averted, perhaps? In summary, these chicken tenders were a tragic ode to mediocrity. If you’re seeking an existential crisis wrapped in a breadcrumb cocoon, look no further. But if you value your taste buds and sanity, steer clear of this breading catastrophe. Disclaimer: No chickens were harmed in the making of this review. The breading, however, may...