by Ice Cream Jonsey » Tue May 28, 2013 11:07 pm
I have a bad restaurant story. Buckle up.
It was Friday night and I took my girlfriend into THE CITY. We were gonna split an appetizer for dinner and each have a drink. Splitting an appetizer is now the way to do it in this country. The entrees cost 29 dollars (OK, not really) and contain enough food to disband USA for Africa. The "appetizer", everywhere, has enough nutrients to colonize Mars. So splitting an appetizer in this nuclear-tipped smorgasbord of a country is how we roll.
We walk into the place where we had our third date. I don't remember anything, so she has to tell me. I remember that I tried, and failed, to explain text games to her. She brought it up, not me.
There are no tables on the patio, so we sit inside. I'm facing the street, beyond the glass. We each order a drink from a guy who looks like Keyser Soze. Not the real one, but the other guy. Pete Something. She is very aware of what is happening outside, whereas I could not tell you if it was day or night. Not now, but at the time I could not have told you that.
Well, a table outside opens up. She wants to sit outside.
A part of me knew that we would enter the "no-man's land" where our present waiter and future waitress would forget about us. And that's what happened.
Mr. Soze hands us the wine and we never see him again.
A girl comes to our table and proudly explains that she is not our waitress. Nobody else ever dropped by.
My question for JC is:
Our drinks were $14. I had $14 in cash and after a half-hour of being completely ignored by the staff, I left $14 under an (empty) pklate. Would you guys have bothered paying at all? I am trying to decide if I should have bothered paying at all.
I have a bad restaurant story. Buckle up.
It was Friday night and I took my girlfriend into THE CITY. We were gonna split an appetizer for dinner and each have a drink. Splitting an appetizer is now the way to do it in this country. The entrees cost 29 dollars (OK, not really) and contain enough food to disband USA for Africa. The "appetizer", everywhere, has enough nutrients to colonize Mars. So splitting an appetizer in this nuclear-tipped smorgasbord of a country is how we roll.
We walk into the place where we had our third date. I don't remember anything, so she has to tell me. I remember that I tried, and failed, to explain text games to her. She brought it up, not me.
There are no tables on the patio, so we sit inside. I'm facing the street, beyond the glass. We each order a drink from a guy who looks like Keyser Soze. Not the real one, but the other guy. Pete Something. She is very aware of what is happening outside, whereas I could not tell you if it was day or night. Not now, but at the time I could not have told you that.
Well, a table outside opens up. She wants to sit outside.
A part of me knew that we would enter the "no-man's land" where our present waiter and future waitress would forget about us. And that's what happened.
Mr. Soze hands us the wine and we never see him again.
A girl comes to our table and proudly explains that she is not our waitress. Nobody else ever dropped by.
My question for JC is:
Our drinks were $14. I had $14 in cash and after a half-hour of being completely ignored by the staff, I left $14 under an (empty) pklate. Would you guys have bothered paying at all? I am trying to decide if I should have bothered paying at all.