If it weren’t for the wait, Bear Paw Cafe might be a decent breakfast.
Heck, their Bear Paw French Toast — fresh “egg bread” an inch and a half thick stuffed with either spiced apples, vanilla bruleé cream or chocolate bruleé cream–is a good breakfast. The hash browns are freshly made and sans a decent dose of grease. Pancakes are pancakes, and Bear Paw pancakes at least pass muster.
The fun stops there. Ignoring the wait to get in the door, because you can begrudge good business, once in, we were quickly seated, then watched as they sat someone next to us…took our order…took their order…brought their order…then brought their check…
…and still our food hadn’t arrived. The folk next to us were packing up before our food was served.
At the end of the meal, it was all we could do to get our waitresses attention for water refills or anything else. Finally, we finished, and waited some more…and more…
At the end, we got up and walked out while one our party ambushed another waitress to pay our check. Even this girl nearly blew us off. Guess no one wants to make money?
I’ll give the Bear Paw credit: they run a busy restaurant. But their organization was lacking, their service was horrible and negligent, and it’s unlikely I’ll be back.