My companion and I arrived at Sharx soon after the Christmas Parade down Atlantic Ave tonight. We're in a festive mood and wanted more than Dairy Queen and Pizza.. We approached the front door where we were greeted by an exceptionally kind gentleman (with an eye patch), who welcomed us to the restaurant, spoke about how great the menu was and informed us that we should enter now, to avoid being charged the PPV Fight Cover Charge starting after 7 pm. At this point, we're thinking how nice can you be....

Well...thats where it all ends. We were seated by a young man who dropped off the menus on the table and was headed back to the front station before either of us could prepare ourselves to be seated in the booth. Let's start the stopwatch now at 00:00. Ok, let's fast forward to 10:00 mins, and we've read the menu 20x by now and we're still waiting for any server to greet us, take our drink order... anything. By the way, during the first 10 mins, Ive made DIRECT EYE CONTACT with 2 female servers who were attending to the needs of patrons sitting around us. Ok, now its 15:00 mins...and still no service. Now, the same host is now seating 5 new patrons directly behind our booth. He waits until they are seated and personally hands each of them their menus. Approximately 30 SECONDS LATER, a female SERVER walks PASSED our booth and directly to theirs and offers to wipe down their table then takes their drink order. She promptly walks back passed our booth and further ignores us. I had mentioned to my companion that I bet, they would receive service before us.....and I was RIGHT ! Well, at this point, we said enough is enough and we proceeded to leave. Now, to add the cherry...on our way passed the host station, we noticed a Bald White man greeting the patrons leaving who were in front of us....and asked, "How was your Dinner... I hope you had a nice time...", etc... As we passed, he immediately turned his head and purposely avoided making either eye or direct contact at all.

We were again approached by the nice gentleman with the eye patch, who inquired about our dinner....my companion ran through the story...he shook his head and vowed to take us back in, get us seated and immediate service. We declined.... but thanked him generously. I wouldn't spend a cent in that place if its the last restaurant operating on earth. Oh yeah, we're an interracial couple... I wonder if that dynamic didnt influence this type of southern ignorance, disrespect and incompetence.

What do you mean by "southern ignorance"? I find that to be so funny that you would say something so stereotypical and hurtful . . . yet blame your bad service on you being an interracial couple? Are you for real? Think about what you said for a minute!