At The Wallace

I met my friend for happy hour at The Wallace. Codie was our bartender. Although the food and drinks were good the service was absolutely disgusting. The bartender was rude and aggressive. I asked what were the wing flavors on the special and he snapped at me saying it’s right in front of me and did I really need him to read it to me. Later on I asked for another drink and he snapped again. I told him his delivery was very disgusting and he proceeded to say he was closing me out. He began to take it as a joke, and laughed at the situation with other customers and stuck his tongue out. We stood in shock and my friend mentioned that he was receiving her the same way before I got there. We both had a very long week and were trynna let our hair down a bit and passed up going next door to the Harlem Publix thinking that we were going to have a calm experience. I also asked to be billed cash and he used the card I gave to open the tab out of spite. After talking with the manager Codie still wanted to taunt us with his words and told the manager we shouldn’t get what we want as the manger tried to give us a round of drinks to try to make it somewhat better of an experience for us at the Wallace. Nonetheless Word to the wise….if you’re looking for a sassy night arguing with service this is the spot for you.

Not what I was expecting based on the reviews I read. We sat at the bar and was basically ignored by the bartender. Even after waving and shouting to get his attention over the noise, he saw us and just passed us over to serve his friends or maybe regulars who showed up after us. Nothing on the menu appealed to me but since we were already there we decided to snack on something small. My husband had 2 shots of vodka and I had some disappointing waffle fries and chicken nuggets. We made light of the matter and left. Not my crowd, but a very interesting place for people watching. Yes, I thought we were at Harlem Public…I walked into this place in error. My expectations were way too high 🤣🤣🤣