Chica and I go out for a night of dinner and dancing with the possibly of some chitty chitty bang bang afterwards :)
I got there late, as usual... but this time I forgot to compensate for the 10 or so extra minutes away that I was than normal.
When I sit down, the first thing I'm confronted with is this annoying ass waitress who is drilling me with questions as to why I was late. I'm thinking to myself, "go to hell". She eventually takes my drink order and gets lost. She is very quick to return and parks her ass beside Chica and tries to chat it up with us. Luckily for me, the hot as hell front door babe was setting tables around the room, leaning over, showing her ass and tattoo and even some nice looking profile/breastages shows. So I was able to ignore the waitress during that time.
Order time comes and Chica gets whatever, and I get ___ whatever, don't remember, but the orders come with the choice of two sides each. Chica gets a house salad and garlic bread (no cheese) and I order a caesar salad. But no question as to what I would like for a second side serving. So I throw my two cents in and say I want garlic bread WITH cheese. We decide on one order of garlic bread with cheese for both of us.
SALADS COME!!
SALADS TASTE LIKE SHIT
I think mine was made in the morning and left under heat lamps.
Tasted like crap.
The "how's it so far" comment comes and I've already pushed my salad off to the side. The waitress pushes it back to me, at which time I push it back to her again and tell her the salad was missing flavour. Well doesn't that spark a good sitting and chatting conversation. She's telling us how the salads such at times, then they're good, then they suck. Chica and I are thinking "and our salads suck right now". I refused a new one and Chica decided on more dressing. I made a deal with her, if she could take the price of the cheese off our bill, which she remembered to make mention of as she was walking away the first time, than I wouldn't cause any more problems. She basically told us that she makes six dollars an hour and there is nothing she can do about it. I say to her, "I'd do it for you" and she goes and makes that extra special effort.
She's gone again....
FOOD COMES
FOOD IS GOOD!!
...but my plate is missing that extra something to complete the look
Its a slab of chicken with a lot of rice.
The "how's the food comment" comes and I ask if she really wants to know. I start to explain how the plate looks very blah. No garnish, nothing... just blah. Said it was missing that thing you throw off to the side. She goes to the kitchen to get some garnishing and as she comes back I'm being a dick and putting my keys on the side of my plate. She gets to the table and goes, "what the hell is that?", knocks my keys off and puts parsley on the plate.
I say it looks a lot better.
She goes to the table behind us for a second and when she comes back I've already moved the parsley off to another plate and told her, "you know, it was in the way"
Then to complete the annoyance... as she was packaging Chica's food she started to write on the container and I ask if she's writing down her phone number.
Fun was had, but I think it was only had by Chica and myself.
Chica bailed on the chitty chitty bang bang.
WOMEN!!!
I got there late, as usual... but this time I forgot to compensate for the 10 or so extra minutes away that I was than normal.
When I sit down, the first thing I'm confronted with is this annoying ass waitress who is drilling me with questions as to why I was late. I'm thinking to myself, "go to hell". She eventually takes my drink order and gets lost. She is very quick to return and parks her ass beside Chica and tries to chat it up with us. Luckily for me, the hot as hell front door babe was setting tables around the room, leaning over, showing her ass and tattoo and even some nice looking profile/breastages shows. So I was able to ignore the waitress during that time.
Order time comes and Chica gets whatever, and I get ___ whatever, don't remember, but the orders come with the choice of two sides each. Chica gets a house salad and garlic bread (no cheese) and I order a caesar salad. But no question as to what I would like for a second side serving. So I throw my two cents in and say I want garlic bread WITH cheese. We decide on one order of garlic bread with cheese for both of us.
SALADS COME!!
SALADS TASTE LIKE SHIT
I think mine was made in the morning and left under heat lamps.
Tasted like crap.
The "how's it so far" comment comes and I've already pushed my salad off to the side. The waitress pushes it back to me, at which time I push it back to her again and tell her the salad was missing flavour. Well doesn't that spark a good sitting and chatting conversation. She's telling us how the salads such at times, then they're good, then they suck. Chica and I are thinking "and our salads suck right now". I refused a new one and Chica decided on more dressing. I made a deal with her, if she could take the price of the cheese off our bill, which she remembered to make mention of as she was walking away the first time, than I wouldn't cause any more problems. She basically told us that she makes six dollars an hour and there is nothing she can do about it. I say to her, "I'd do it for you" and she goes and makes that extra special effort.
She's gone again....
FOOD COMES
FOOD IS GOOD!!
...but my plate is missing that extra something to complete the look
Its a slab of chicken with a lot of rice.
The "how's the food comment" comes and I ask if she really wants to know. I start to explain how the plate looks very blah. No garnish, nothing... just blah. Said it was missing that thing you throw off to the side. She goes to the kitchen to get some garnishing and as she comes back I'm being a dick and putting my keys on the side of my plate. She gets to the table and goes, "what the hell is that?", knocks my keys off and puts parsley on the plate.
I say it looks a lot better.
She goes to the table behind us for a second and when she comes back I've already moved the parsley off to another plate and told her, "you know, it was in the way"
Then to complete the annoyance... as she was packaging Chica's food she started to write on the container and I ask if she's writing down her phone number.
Fun was had, but I think it was only had by Chica and myself.
Chica bailed on the chitty chitty bang bang.
WOMEN!!!