Momma told me not to say anything if I couldn’t say anything nice. Copper Whisk’s overhead lighting was nice. Wanting to try Copper Whisk’s Oxtail Soup, I entered the establishment shortly before 2:40 to avoid the dinner rush. Few tables were occupied. I was immediately seated by a smiling hostess near the front and given a menu. What a pleasant surprise it was to find the classic (1896) American Anchor Steam Beer listed. 2:41 ~ I checked the time as I had been waiting a couple of minutes for someone to bring me water or take my order. I unsuccessfully tried to catch the eye of the 3-4 employees chatting around front desk. 2:45 ~ Still no one had come to my table. A different group of employees were chatting around the desk. I waved. Nobody noticed. I was studiously ignored by employees walking by. Hmm… I had recently showered and I was wearing my last clean shirt, my hair was combed, my pants zipped. 2:50 ~ I boldly stopped a waiter. I am pretty sure he would have ignored me if I hadn’t all but tackled him. He looked about and started to tell me that I was not in his section, but I interrupted and I informed him how long I had been there and told him what I wanted. A standard-issue service-industry smile plastered his face and he said that he would notify my server. 2:59 ~ 2:flippin'-59!!! No other employee had yet spoken with me. I went to the front desk and interrupted another gaggle of employees joyfully chatting away. As a cashier was giving me a standard, “I’m sorry, sir…” I interrupted and gave her the complete rundown. She gets bonus points for a look of actual surprise and embarrassment. 3:01 ~ Nobody had yet come to my table. NOBODY. 3:02 ~ That’s it. I was outta there. As I was walking out, I see a woman walking to a nearby table, deliver their food, then I hear, “Your soup’s here.” A woman placed this on my table and skedaddled. I was so hungry by this time that I immediately started slurping. The rice was somewhat warm, but the soup was almost hot. It may have been good, but I was in no mood to grant any concession. 3:04 ~ I noticed an employee approaching the cafe from the casino and look around around while holding a bottle of Anchor Steam Beer. She saw me wave at her, then came and plopped the bottle down on my table. As she turned to return toward the casino, I halted her and requested a glass. She looked confused, said nothing, but went off in a different direction. 3:05 ~ Another employee dropped off what I took to be an empty water glass. Worst service in my entire life (I'm 67).