It took a long time to get attention when I came in. Then, after sitting, it was a long time before someone came to take an order. When I placed the order, I said I will also want dessert. But later, a different server came and snatched away the menu, 6:45. I said I'd kept it because I want to order dessert. "No. Kitchen closed." I knew they close at 7 when I arrived at 6, but there was still time to eat and leave by 7. "But I told the other server I will order desert..." Shrug. Eye roll. "Not possible. Kitchen closed." It was like I had slid back in time to Soviet era and was facing an implacable government functionary. She returned 5 minutes later -- still, 10 minutes until closing time -- and rudely demanded "You pay now." She was so mean that I think, in Soviet times, she would have been placed as a prison guard at a re-education camp.