The Village Cafe

Pork tacos rock. Good basic diner food. The special is always a hit.

Stopped here in June for an early dinner, around 5 PM - before the rush. It was midweek and school was out so they weren't busy. Food was good - I had a chicken salad sandwich and my partner had the burger and fries. Service was good but might have been a little faster considering it wasn't crowded. They give you a nice big pitcher of iced tea and our server offered us to-go cups.  The place has been here since the 50's and a lot of the decor is original and cool, unlike that awful faux vintage stuff  in a lot of places. It's a little dark and noisy, but they have reasonable prices, a big menu - including vegetarian choices and they serve breakfast anytime.

If you'll pardon my french, this place sucks my beanbag.

Yes, we all know . . . VCU is sooo hip, sooo cool.  And people wearing nicer clothes are "the Man" and part of "the Establishment" and therefore are not cool.  Fine.  I don't want to hang out with you guys either.

But here's a hint.  We're the ones with the money.  We're the ones that keep you doors open.  So you may wish to serve us.  I'm not saying fawn over us.  I'm not saying give us special treatment.  Just.  Serve.  Us.  Do what you're supposed to do as a server.

Here's what you elected to do during our last visit.  Never come to the table.  We wait 25 minutes, then go to the bar and get our own pitcher, while you hang with your friends.  Finally 10 minutes thereafter - come by and look all bummed that we got one without you.  So we order another from you and tell you we'd like to order food.  You said you'd be back.

Then never come back.  Ever.  EVER.  Keep talking to your friends and serving the tables of tragically hipsters drinking water. Forget the food  - we just wanted to leave.  But you never came.  To the point where we actually began to question whether you had brought us the pitcher or we had gotten it ourselves (we're not drunk).  So we gave up and left money on the table for the pitcher.

Then send your idiotic minion hipster dufus OUTSIDE to chase us down for not leaving you a tip.  Yeah, right.

Stay away unless you know the waitstaff.