Watch out for Blondie!
Well! We decided to visit this Frosty Johns a few nights ago. Our server (no idea what her name was) blonde hair worked behind the bar, came over and greeted us as if we just ruined her life by coming in. Brought us a pitcher and wouldn't let us start a tab unless we gave her an id of which she failed to return at the end of the night. She also refused to give us menus. Once the pitcher was empty she needed to be informed by other servers to come back and do her job. This was the case with all of her tables. It wasn't busy. There was no need for the terrible service. The only person who didn't have ever have an empty glass, was her boyfriend whom she served endlessly all night.