Our waitress didn’t ever crack a smile, nor did she act like she really wanted to be there. She went through the motions, doing only the bare minimum of conversation and service. Maybe she had somewhere better to be.
I have loved Henry’s every time I have been there, until that day. I ordered a Southwest chop salad. And there was a tiny piece of chicken on top, and the rest was iceberg lettuce, with only a few other ingredients. And yet, it was an salad. My friend ordered the exact same thing, and felt the same way. That had nothing to do with our waitress. Fortunately, I had a buy one get one entrée coupon.