Gino's Pizza & Spaghetti House — Restaurant in West Virginia

I dig those Ginos'--another West By-God specific institution--of my youth. In fact, I grew up with one in my little town, loved it as a teenager and patronized it regularly as of a few years back. When I'm road-trippin' the Dub-Vee, I will frequently stop at one in some little town somewhere. The one up Montgomery way stands out as a great stop for a sammy or some pie along Route 60. Hence why I stopped here, just South and West of Beckley, I think. Boy, was that timing ever off!

Suffice to say it was pourin' rain and spittin' snow at the height of flu season. And the pits of chaotic Hell just inside those glass doors would soon be revealed. I'm a Marine, so I've eaten with a Dude holdin' his leg in one piece beside me, 80 mph, over hill and dell. But My Tortured Band was not prepared for this. These Kids Nowadays are capital S squeamish and they nearly couldn't take the wait in that dining room... Now I have no idea why you'd have someone sick like that working, let alone preparing food. But the Horror House that place became was nearly all too much. It was enough that tornadoes were a comin', but to listen to That Woman explode both bathrooms on six different occasions over the course of hour was an unsettling pill to swallow. The sound and the smell of someone losing their guts in Gino's, someone quite possibly going back to make your very own food was for sure playing with a loaded gun. The Kids were not doing well, but I kept them steady as our oasis from the cold winter storm quickly became our nightmare. Not knowing that this Woman had the ignorance to destroy both restrooms, I had to go and went mine proper. The sight and smell were terrifying. I didn't touch a thing and took my liberty in the drain in the middle of the floor knowing that my weakness had now likely infected me, and wondering how That Poor Soul could not be on Death's Door... And why on earth wouldn't Papa Gino not show us all mercy and let that pitiful Woman go home. As I walked out of the facilities, she ran past me for another round. Incredulous. The Kids, bless them, barely ate, and I and My Lady did so as fast as we could. Good thing the County Health Inspector didn't show up that day in early March! Lord knows that Petri dish of a restaurant shoulda been tented! As I left, I saw The Poor Soul with plumbing problems serving the drive-thru through her infection and thought: Well, we might just make it, but those souls are boned.

And that's the story of how that Beckley Gino's at the top of that ugly hill is now on my Nelson Family Ten-Year Travel Ban. Seriously, People: ...

Was very disappointed in our waitress ..we ordered two pizzas w only 1 topping each and I even corrected her once on the order after she repeated it back originally...after a very long wait she brings the pizzas and one has 2 toppings and neither topping was the chicken we asked for..she rudely said that was what I ordered and grabbed the receipt and throwed it in trash..my 10 year old daughter was the first to make the comment of how rude the waitress was ...I wont be...

Horrible service! After seating myself, no one greeted me, I waited about 5min before being acknowledged, a menu was brought, but no attempt by the waitress to bring a drink right away, never asked if she could get me something. Dining alone after a long day of work, I was left to sit with no attention for almost 20min. I eventually left after no service. My advice, don't spend your hard earned money at this business. It's not...