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| - Waiter...there is a fly in my beer!
No Joke. It was in my beer, my food, my face...
Though the staff and management did their friendliest best to keep us from walking out, it was a poor experience.
Fruit flies were in season and they probably did what they could but they were everywhere. It would have been best for them not to sit anyone near the east wall. One decided to go swimming in a freshly served beer. Another ended dive bombing into a glass of water.
Nonetheless, we trudged on. We haven't been back since ... forever. Not sure why - it wasn't the fly last time - for sure.
OK to the food. We ordered the antipasti with crostini, a pizza, and something else (wasn't memorable I guess.)
The antipasti was a few slices of cold cuts and stale bread. No figs, no cheese, just a few olives. For what the price was, we could have bought the whole package of prosciutto.
The pizza was pretty good - a main stay for them.
The manager realized that we are not doing well and did his best but when it comes down to it, it is the food and atmosphere and not the conversation that makes the restaurant. If I want to chat, I'd go to confession.
BTW - I don't believe that the fly was doing a backstroke!
This happened at the end of July but I thought it was worth posting.
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