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| - As the other review pointed out, the service at this place is beyond awkward. When I entered the place, there was a girl on the phone behind the counter, and not another person in sight. No other customers. I asked if it was open; it was hard to tell. She seems genuinely surprised to see a customer, at least that was the impression she gave me. I wish I would have just left.
She said I could sit anywhere. Now, the restaurant is actually a physically nice space. From the street view, one would not anticipate how nice it is inside. Although, being empty, it had a very weird vibe. Classical music played loudly on the speakers. It is rather dark. There are too few tables for the amount of space. It was weird, but also nice and clean.
The menu I was given was a crumpled and dirty, plastic covered, binder clip bound paper. Some menu items were crossed out in pen. Prices were crossed out with new prices scribbled in their place. She placed the menu in front of me, and stood two meters away, staring awkwardly in space. I made my selection and waited. I pulled out my phone and pretended to read while I waited. Several minutes passed. Time stretched. Should I say something? What was she looking at? I sat, she stared. I wondered if she'd notice if I left.
She snaps out of her trance for a moment to take my order -- Udon Noodle soup with seafood. I admit, perhaps this item is an off-the-board selection for this place, but it was cold and I wanted soup. Her reaction was so weird, like she was surprised they even had it. In almost disbelief, she asks me point to it on the menu. I did and she gave a smirk at my ridiculous order. I asked if there was a problem, if I should order something else. She mumbled something and walked away. I truly felt as though I was mocked for my selection.
The soup was bland. It had some cut up vegetables, little bits of squid, and noodles that I wouldn't call Udon. The broth was watery, the vegetables (cut up bits of green and red pepper and broccoli) were mushy. The noodles seemed limp and over cooked. They would break apart at the slightest move of my chop stick. I ate about half of my soup, estimating generously. I couldn't get another bite down.
I walked to the front to pay. She acted as though I was interrupting. Without saying a word, she rings my bill up in the cash register. It came in at over 16 bucks. I was shocked, but didn't even ask her to clarify. I believe the soup was 13.99. I also had tea. The prices at this place are quite high in general.
Truly, it has been a while since I've ordered something and couldn't be bothered to eat it. But the service at this place will be what I remember. What an odd little restaurant.
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