I've been here twice.  It was like visiting two completely different restaurants.\n\nThe first time my girlfriend and I tried this place on a Friday night about a month ago, we loved it.  It's a small place, clean and inviting, with a neighborhood-hangout kind of vibe.  We'd heard the wings were good, and we weren't disappointed; the garlic Parmesan wings were a knockout.  We also had a Yinzer sandwich (very good), cheese sticks (also a winner), and some beer -- big damn $3 Yeunglings.  And to top it off, as we were leaving, the owner ran out to stop us -- we left such a large tip that he thought we'd forgotten money.\n\nGreat food, cheap beer, attentive service -- what was not to love?  We were DEFINITELY coming back.\n\nWell, tonight we came back.  Whoops.\n\nThey were short-staffed; the bartender and the cook were the only people working.  But they weren't that busy -- about ten or so people in the bar, with two in the dining room when we sat down and four more seated about fifteen minutes after us.  The bartender came over to get us drinks, and assured us the cook would be right out to take our orders.\n\nThe cook didn't get the memo.  After waiting a good twenty minutes, we flagged down the bartender as he was getting the newcomers' drinks.  When he saw we hadn't been tended to yet, he graciously took our order -- another Yinzer sandwich, some cheese sticks, and some more of those delicious garlic parm wings.\n\nAnd then came the waiting.  And the waiting.  And the waiting.\n\nI repeat, the only other diners ahead of us were a couple who already had their food.  A handful of carryout orders got filled.  Yes, they were short-staffed, but it was clearly a slow night.\n\nWe could see the kitchen from where we were sitting.  My girlfriend swears she saw some meat -- ham?  corned beef? -- fall out of a container onto the floor, which the cook promptly put back into the container, which went in the fridge.\n\nMaybe he was just putting it there to dispose of later.  Maybe the five-second rule is actually an official health department guideline.  Maybe it was just some ham-shaped candle wax.\n\nWe flagged down the bartender, and managed to convince him to refill my girlfriend's Pepsi and get me some water.  (To be fair, I'd been nursing my beer in vain anticipation of the food.)  He checked in on the food, and assured us it was almost ready.  We could see our sandwich spend a good fifteen minutes in various stages of assembly.\n\nThe other table of four seated after us was getting equally ignored.  One of the ladies complained into her phone that she was being held hostage.\n\nThe food arrived.  Eventually.  Most of it.  We got our sandwich -- now cold -- and our cheese sticks -- deep-fryer fresh! -- a good forty-five minutes after we ordered them, and well over an hour after we first sat down.  I repeat, nobody was ahead of us in the dining room when we sat.  The bartender advised us that the wings would be a few more minutes.\n\nBased on past experience, I estimated how long it would take them to bring us our check once we were finished, and asked for it immediately.\n\nAside from being cold, the sandwich was very tasty.  And the cheese sticks were as awesome as deep-fried cheese usually is.  We finished what food we had -- and there was still no sign of the wings.  \n\n\""How many more minutes are those wings going to take?\"" I asked the bartender.  He ducked into the kitchen to ask.  \""Five more minutes,\"" he said.\n\nTen minutes ago, it had been \""a few more minutes.\""  This kind of dialog is very funny in a Guy Ritchie movie.  Less so in your neighborhood bar.\n\n\""Cancel the wings,\"" I said.\n\nI threw down a twenty.  I'm pretty sure it covered what we ate.  No way in hell was I going to wait for change.\n\nI think the table behind us was packing up to leave as we walked out.  Poor souls.  They never got any of their food.\n\nSo.  If you visit Verdetto's, it would seem your experience will hinge on who's working that night.\n\nIf the owner is around, expect fast, courteous service and some of the most delicious bar food to ever come out of a deep fryer.  An easy four stars.\n\nBut if you got the guys we had ... the bartender, while hardly attentive, was prompt when directly cornered and at least had the decency to look embarrassed by the awful service.  I don't think the cook cared if we lived or died.  Zero stars.\n\nThe only other time I've ever said \""Fuck this\"" and left before my food arrived was when an ex-girlfriend and I went to a Primani Brothers in the Strip before a Deftones show; they only had three people working, and were completely crushed under the crowd.  Verdetto's had no such excuse.\n\nIf you're in the mood for cheap beer, good wings, and you're really feeling lucky, give them a try.  But if you have someplace you'd like to be afterwards, you'll want to go somewhere else.\n\n(Also, do note that the kitchen is closed on weekends.  Perhaps it's for the best.)