For my mom's birthday we always go to a different casino here in Wisconsin."We" consists of me, my wife, mom, dad, and sister. We're usually only there to play for an hour two, lose our money or come out even (or the rare extra $100 extra bucks or so!), then come home. We went to a tiny new casino outside a small town called Wittenburg. The place was nice, but small, and didn't have much for food (just a snack bar). We asked a security guard where a good place to eat was. She suggested "Diane's", and another placed called the Harvest. We went to Diane's, but it was closed, possibly indefinitely. We were in Wittenburg at that time, so we drove around just looking for some cheap-ass local food. We came across "Klinkers Bar & Grill". We weren't picky, so we went inside. There were 2 or 3 townie looking guys at the bar, and the bartender. They all looked at us like we were aliens, and it felt like we were interupting something. I looked to the right to see a tiny little eating area with tables and cheap vinyl tablecovers. There weren't any lights on in the place. They don't say anything to us. My mom asked the bartender, "Is the grill open?" "Yeah." "Should we just sit down wherever?" "Yeah." So we sat down, and he brought out menus which are nothing more than a laminated piece of yellow paper (which isn't the worst thing in the world, but in the context of this place it sure felt like it). He didn't say anything, didn't offer us drinks or anything. The lights were still off. We looked at the menus for awhile, but I felt depressed just being there. We started asking each other if we should just go, as it still felt like we were alien intruders who didn't belong. We waited for a little while, but he didn't come back to offer drinks or ask what we wanted. I finally just said we should leave as I thought I was going to kill myself. It was that depressing. We all just got up and left, right as the bartender was coming out to our table again. We all just walked passed him without saying a word, and left. Ahhh, small town hospitality. What the hell is the point of even offering food and calling yourself a grill?? It's not like we walked in wearing tuxedos and evening gowns. Worst place ever.