Ricky's - Prince George

Wanted to sit down and have a beer with the family and asked for a old style pilsner and cocktail. One It wasn't old style pilsner and two the cocktail was gross. Terrible waitress and clueless on the alcohol being served. Wait to see how the food is. But if service is this bad I'm worried about the food.

I must be obligated to wake up before, say…I don’t know, nine. Outside of a medical appointment or work, if I’m woken too early, there had better be cash, a prize, or a strip-o-gram. So it’s no shock that I’m not receptive to reviewing breakfast spots. When my alarm goes all “Hound of the Baskervilles” on me, I flick the crust from my eyes and seek out the fastest way to inject calories into my starved body, most often requiring some ratio of bacon and bread. My prerequisites are depressingly low, so there’s little encouragement to leave my house for breakfast. And when I have, I noticed an alarming similitude. When I travel, I’m always forced early to enjoy what is incorrectly and optimistically referred to as a “continental breakfast”—equating a buffet of toast, jams, and sausage links cooked by the tonnage in what I imagine is the same oversized oven they use to cure carbon fiber monocoques for formula 1 cars. There’s no attention given to quality, purely quantity, with everything previous frozen and acquired in bulk from Costco the week before. No matter if this meal is offered in Vancouver, Montreal, or Rome, this trend never changes (though Venice had some lovely croissants). I agree, standards should be low, but I do remember having a surprising above average meal at the esteemed INTERNATIONAL (emphasis) House of Pancakes. It’s disheartening that while Boston Pizza is used as the baseline for dinners, I use Denny’s or IHOP for breakfast. I mean if you can’t do better than that, what do you got? You got Ricky’s, actually. I’ve not taken in a family restaurant like this in a while, having forgotten why I avoid them like I avoid Divergent movies. I was only there because my friend was moving back to Texada Island and needed to be reminded of what civilization looked like. I sat down and had to grasp the table less I achieve escape velocity from the springboard-like cushions built into the booths. Said table was miniscule given its attempt at accommodating four people. The setting was overcrowded with decanters of sugar and salt, sugar substitutes, four different types of marmalade, two bottles of hot sauce for some reason, ketchup, and empty coffee cups on the assumption they would be filled. There were three of us, and by the time our food arrived, we had to cram all the undesirables to the empty spot. I’m perplexed how four people could enjoy a meal at this table. While my friends dove into their waffle big breakfasts—because obesity is serious issue—I had the more, shall way see modest Two by Five—2 eggs, 2 sausage links, 2 strips of maple bacon, 2 buttermilk pancakes and 2 slices of toast. Firstly, sausage links taste like sausage links everywhere, so let’s put that aside. And the pancakes, although certainly cooked to order, had little flavor—basically Velcro for whatever you wanted to pour upon them, like my friend drenching every square inch of his plate in maple syrup, forcing me to stare out the window for the majority of the meal. I could almost make out the reflection of the business next door. Rocky Mountain Fitness. Irony. I asked for scrambled eggs, a test which verified why I usually make breakfast at home. I won’t go into details on my technique, but it’s not original, and it’s amazing. This was a shriveled mound of yellow packing foam that was both bitter and rubbery. I’ve had worse—like powdered egg, add water, bad—but this was not much better. By the end of the meal, I very much felt the desire to change the tires on an F150 or weld a few hundred feet of piping. But instead, I went back home and surfed the internet. The next day, I made my own scrambled eggs with a side of chorizo over sourdough. That was a meal. So Rickey’s is not so much a solution as it is a necessity, and one I don’t often require. The service wasn’t bad. I just wish the cook knew how to make scrambled eggs. Given needs that arise, I would probably still prefer Denny’s. I honestly wish we had an IHOP. Food: 2/5Service: 3/5Presentation: 2/5Value: 3/5Recommendation: 2.5/5

We had breakfast there Easter Monday. Although there were very few customers, we waited for our coffees, to place our order, for our food to arrive and for coffee refills. As a matter of fact my husband had the only refill at our table and he got up and served himself. On the other hand most of the food was ok. My own eggs were overcooked but I'm guessing they sat under the warmer while the other orders were being completed because the other 4 meals had properly cooked eggs.

We went to Ricky's for a late breakfast, because our options were limited on a stat holiday. I've previously had disappointing service, but my boyfriend loves their Chorizo Brekkie Bowls so we gave it another try. While we stood in their foyer one server looked at us and carried on without saying anything, 3 times. Turns out they had asked other customers to move to a different table so we could sit there (yikes). After being seated we waited another 10 minutes before being offered drinks. After ordering, one drink was missed. Our breakfast took 35 minutes to arrive, except one meal which took 45 minutes. The server just quietly said "and yours will be another minute because they didn't see it". Our bills were slightly mixed up, sausages were undercooked and we had to ask for refills. I've been a server, so I know mistakes happen, but I think that they handled it poorly. If an order is taking a long time I think you should speak to the table about it and give the guests an update. If one meal got missed by the kitchen, apologize directly to the guest.

The place boasts about serving the best breakfast in town but they shouldn't. Ive given this restaurant a few tries but I'm done now. My guess is that they have new cooks on a regular basis. Cold food and usually soggy like it's been sitting around. Burnt waffles which they tried to cover up with frozen strawberries and whipped cream. The pancakes that were ordered at our table were like rubber and were difficult to cut. They use a packaged hollandaise sauce that tastes like it's from a package too,horrible . They seem under staffed so the wait time for meals is very long. I feel bad for the servers as they try very hard to provide good service,it's not their fault the food is so bad