IHOP

⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐ IHOP was a great stop! The food was delicious, the restaurant was very clean, and the staff was super friendly.Amber was very attentive. I loved that there’s a gas station right next door – very convenient. They were even cleaning the bathrooms while we were there, which shows they care about keeping things nice for customers. The food tasted so good that my kids enjoyed it even more than Chick-fil-A! Definitly will come back!

Brought my girls basketball team in during a tournament. We are used to restaurants grimacing due to our number. But here they were welcoming. Excellent food and excellent service.

This place was horrible. We went on Valentine’s Day knowing it was going to be to be a rush we went early. No one was there yet it took us 45 mins to get our food. The lady Brenda who took our order was rude as hell. From rushing to taking our order to bringing wrong items. She was rude and frantic. We were not rude at all when ordering and I make sure of it because I have work customer service for years. I understand that holidays are always hard on customer service workers but there is no need to snap at a 65 year old women asking for a take out plate “I AM GETTING IT” it was a miss understanding that my mother did not hear me ask for the plate and wanted to get it for my daughter and she was rude. Then insisted on when we asked for the toast to be removed because it was incorrect and n

Everything is new at this location nice and clean. But it is attached to a gas station so atmosphere was different. Food was great servers were new but tried hard. Overall great experience

As a former restaurant manager, I understand exactly what it takes to deliver true 5-star service — and Amber did it with effortless grace. She was the kind of server who shines without even trying, and whenever I return, I’ll know *exactly* who to request. But then… there was Charlotte. Charlotte, the manager, prowled through the dining room with a storm cloud on her face, radiating an energy so tense it felt like she was hunting for mistakes rather than creating a welcoming atmosphere. Each table she approached was met with a hollow, sarcastic “How are you?” and a mechanical “Need anything?” — words that should feel warm, but instead dripped with disinterest. Sensing something was off, I decided to observe her more closely. When I asked for more water, she snatched up my *used* glass