After about a 15-minute argument between two waiters over who was going home and who was taking our table, the miserable waiter came up to us and said "we have to hurry. We close in like 1 minute." He then slammed our menus on our table so hard, it knocked all of the condiments to the floor. "What will it be? Make it quick!", he shouted. Before I could even open the menu, the waiter scoffed and walked away. He now stood about 10 feet from our table, just staring at us with the most evil glare I've ever seen. We flagged him down and he came to our table immediately. Hovering over us, sweat dripping all over our table, he said "I have to get out of here on time!" We gave our order, and he didn't even write anything down. Without saying a word, he ran over to the kitchen and literally screamed our order into the kitchen. I heard one cook in the back say "Are you kidding me?! NO! I'm not making that! Tell him we're out of it!" The frustrated waiter stormed back over to the table and said "order something else. We're out of that."

My wife at this point kicked me under the table and said "let's get out of here." Starving, I insisted on staying, like an idiot. We ordered something else and the food was brought out within about a minute and a half. I ordered the chicken parmesan, and it came out harder than a rock. I tried to cut through the chicken, but it was so hard, it broke my knife! After showing the waiter what the chicken did to the knife, the waiter said "well, that's what happens when you come in right before closing. What do you expect?" I started to tell him that we were dissatisfied, where before I knew it, he grabbed me by the back of my shirt collar, and pulled me right out of my seat! Pulling me all the way to the front door, he swung the door open and literally THREW me outside to the pavement! He then got right in my wife's face and started screaming at her for her to leave. My wife started crying hysterically, and rushed to be by my side. The waiter slammed the door shut and locked it. Before I could even figure out what was going on, I glanced up to see that the waiter was now giving me the middle finger. I stood up to brush the pavement off my nice pants, only to hear a loud knocking on the door. My wife and I could not believe what we were seeing. The waiter now had his pants around his ankles, and was mooning us through the window! He had spread his buttocks apart and now was pressed up against the glass showing us! Totally grossed out, my wife started vomiting all over the place.

The only thing I could think of was to call the police. I called the police, but by the time they got there, Campagnolo was closed of course, and there was nothing they could do. My next option was to report them on here. Do not go to this low-life, scumbag joint! It is the biggest ripoff operation I've ever seen! Stay away from Campagnolo if you can!