Edward "hide your dogs" L.'s Profile

"What are you in the mood for?"
Given that question, I would never say Greek food. I would never suggest it. But every time I go here, it's great. I would stray from the typical Greek stuff and try a special. Gyros are boring as hell, which is why I don't like Greek food. But if you get a special, or try something new, it'll knock your socks off.

Bring a bottle of wine or beer too.

Not only is the pizza here just so-so, but the people working here are a**holes. Not in a hey-I'm-a-big-city-j erk-you-better-order -quick-or-else sort of way. Nope, this was just plain rude and impatient.

The line at lunch is hell. The other food is mediocre.

I would give this place zero stars but Yelp won't allow that. So, I may just raise all my other review ratings out of principle. And to be honest,the fish tacos tasted mediocre, and while the brisket sandwich was uber fatty, it was still ok. Too bad because I was really excited about this place. Imagine that, my two favorite foods--southern food and mexican food--have finally gone to bed together and I have to hate the place that serves it. Here's the reason why this place is so awful and I will never ever eat there again. Ever. Amen. I have decided to address all parties involved.

To my gal: I'm sorry that my eyes kept wandering toward the wall across the room. The massive cockroach crawling up along the wall near the bar was too horrifying to look away. Call it disgust or just call it fear that it might crawl over to us and drop in our mediocre food, but I could not remove my glare. Nevertheless, it crawled over toward us and I tried--dear lord, I tried--to not make a scene.

To the hostess: When I wave you over to show you a cockroach on the wall and I try to be discrete about it (for your own good), try to act like you care, try to play along and don't tell me you don't see the massive animal scaling the wall behind the table next to us.

To the table next to us: I'm sorry I tried to be discrete. I should have done like you and just shouted, "Oh hell no!" and jumped up in terror. And although it was out of my hands, I'm sorry that the cockroach crawled up the wall to the ceiling and was now circle the light (aren't they normaly afraid of that?) right above you. I'm also sorry that the hostess, and I think the manager, and then a waitress didn't care at all and looked and said, "ew," and walked away. Mostly, however, I am so sorry that the cockroach decided to dive (DIVE!!! Literally at an angle, wings spread like a glorious falcon) at you, land on your table and scurry off toward me. I am glad, however, that we were able to share that moment where we all burst from our seats in unison like practiced syncronized gymnists (are there such peopel?). Anyway, I'm still waiting for an apology from Q BBQ.

To the manager: WTF?! When you come over and say, "Well, do we have an unwanted guest?" then just walk away, you're doing your business a poor service.

To the waitress: Are you serious? Make an attempt to move us or make us feel less disgusted, please! And when I tell you, "I seriously do not want to pay this bill," you better f*cking believe it and make some attempt, any attempt at all, to regain my patronage. Also, I know the guy at the table next us said, "I'm sure it came through the open window." But he was only being nice. His girlfriend knew somebody who works there and he didn't want to offend them. But you shouldn't repeat that sh*t when you know damn well that there are f*cking roaches all over that nasty place, and that I told you this one came from the bar. By the way, I've eaten in places all over South Carolina and Georgia where the windows are wide open and the roaches are bigger than your hoop earrings, and never have I had a cockroach invade my table. Never once did that happen, not even at the crappiest hot dog stand in Savannah. So, don't try to pull that sh*t.

To the bartender: F*ck you. Not for coming over with a napkin and finally killing the nasty roach, but for being such a disgusting b*tch yourself. F*ck you for saying, "Geez, is it really all that bad?!" and then coming over, killing the massive beast (nearly having wrestling it to the ground because that's how f*cking big it was) and then sarcastically saying, "There, was that really worth the chaos?" Yes, it was and it deserved more. So f*ck you. I hope you tell this story to all the people you serve at the bar, and then they too will watch the walls and ceiling in horror for the next kamikaze roach to attack. The fact that you are so okay with having cockroaches in the open (IN THE OPEN!!!) at an eating establishment proves how nasty and unclean you are and I have already rinsed with Scope because I had to drink a Dos Equis that you poured with your own unwashed and diseased hands.

Lastly, to all of you yelpers: I know that there are cockroaches in almost every place in Philly. I work in an old building. A really old historic (which means nothing is ever updated or fixed) building. And we have roaches in this building that cast larger shadows than some of my colleagues. But when you go out to eat, those cockroaches should never be out on the dining floor or, in this case, on the walls and ceiling and on our tables!!! I may be ignorant but not that ignorant. You can't have a cockroach so brazen as to jump at patrons and then think that your restaurant doesn't have a roach problem.

One more. To the health inspector: Q BBQ is nasty and unclean. Shut it down.  

**Sorry for all the vulgarity in this review but I am just so appalled by the situation and how the staff did NOTHING to help**