LAGERHEADZ TARPONS SPRINGS FLORIDA--We were looking forward to this place after having been told about it by friends. The fifty cent oysters and dollar drafts were eagerly anticipated.. We liked the covered Tiki Bar atmosphere and the deck. There is a huge statue of an Alligator and we sat right next to the pool where a bunch of small gators bask in the sun. Really great atmosphere.
Our bubble was quickly burst. I hope our visit was an isolated incident because we really wanted to like this place. One bartender gal was taking care of the outside, but on a Saturday mid afternoon, it wasn't crowded. We waited a long time for her to get to us, but hey, she was busy.
But the bad part was, we ordered the Craft Beer Special and it turned out to be hard cider and was a long time coming.. Oops, Oh well, not that big a deal. We asked for a menu, never got it, I finally went and found one. I had ordered a dozen oysters at the git go and after wondering if they were ever going to come, they did, and they were great, and a good deal at fifty cents each. I used that rare opportunity to order the dollar beer, but had to pry the info out of the barmaid that it even existed, even tho it's featured on the sign out front. By this time Rosie wanted out and refused to order a beer or any food.
The funny thing is, different servers kept coming out of the main restaurant bringing food, that the bartender gal delivered to the tables. I figured they must be really busy inside. At one point, a waiter came out and took orders from the table next to us. Finally she gets some help I thought, altho she didn't really need it. I motioned him over and he told me he'd be right back, then of course he was gone forever. It seems his job was to just take care of that one table. Rosie wanted to talk to a manager. We were invisible. This is the first time in decades I have not left a tip. This was a rare experience for us, to be so ignored in a not so busy place. On the way out, I opened the door to the main restaurant to check it out, and to my amazement the place was totally empty--no one at the bar, no one sitting at tables. Where were all these servers who kept bringing the food? It was like the twilight zone. We went to Capt Jack's down the road to get lunch, and altho they were really busy, the barmaid had my PBR in front of me me within thirty seconds of plopping my sorry butt down on the barstool and seemed genuinely happy we were there.. You win some, you lose some!