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Reviews
I used to recommend it. No more.
My wife and I rolled into Peru on a Friday evening to check out the campus. We were a bit hungry so we wandered into Zach’s. Taking into account that it was summer and that we were in rural Nebraska, we truly weren’t expecting much. The flickering lights and intermittent AC was forgivable, after all, the area had experienced a long season of flooding which debilitated the water system and other aspects of the town infrastructure. Hence, that isn’t on Zach’s establishment. What was truly off-putting and ridiculous was the brazen lack of service. Our waitress who only approached our table twice the entire night, once to take orders and once to bring our meal wore an expression of total boredom and acted as if she was quite inconvenienced by the fact that we came in. Within a few minutes my wife tried to flag her down to get some butter for the toast but to no avail. In fact, she never came back to our table. She never checked on us, never gave us a bill, and never even looked our way. Instead, she clocked out, walked around the bar and began drinking and flirting with the local version of Gaston. Approximately 5 minutes after that, my wife and I decided to play a game. Clearly having finished our food we reclined in the seats in an exaggerated manner, set our empty glasses (both water and beer) at the EDGE of the table and I set a timer on my phone to see how long it would take for someone to notice. In the first ten minutes, we laughed and joked about the scene. Alas, in the latter 10 minutes our amusement faded as we watched a second waitress (who we were hoping would notice us) clocked out, walked around the bar, and sat on the other side of Gaston. I was hoping to get another beer, but my patience was waning. For another ten minutes my wife and I explored the probability of anyone noticing if we just walked out without paying, we even dug into the weeds and discussed if we would have to run or walk, or slowly meander. Of course, we did not take this (foolish) course of action. Alas, my assumption that we could have indeed left the bar without paying was confirmed after I walked up to the counter to pay (a 90 degree arms-length from our server) and was ignored! Like any normal person in these situations I began to quest if I had said or done anything to inadvertently offend the people in this establishment other than not being from the area. I couldn’t think of anything. After about 2 minutes, our server, never making eye contact with me, called out to the last person behind the bar. She jumped, surprised and said “oh of course!” and took my money. To top off the night, Gaston like the fool he was, drunkenly glanced at my wife and apologized for the heat-wave. At least someone realized something was wrong.
I got wings. They were wings. I was hoping he didn’t touch them.