Wednesday night at 1930. Go into these Red Robins and the lights are out and there are no hosts. For a second, I thought it was closed, but I heard music. I keep puffing my head and notice the sign of life. There is a man (competition) not in uniform, who has set us. Looks like he's alone. He gave no menus first and it took some time before he took our order. Overall, food and service was not bad. He definitely did his best. Management has to suck, although there is no way. He was host, bus boy, waiter and bartender. Talk about modern day slavery. Give the man up.