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| - When we finally managed to find this place on the outskirts of the Detroit Shoreway, we were kind of excited. It was a cute, hidden place. The crowd was a little on the old side, but it was an early Saturday, so we thought maybe we were the lame ones for eating dinner so early.
We ordered cocktails and waited. And waited. And our server felt bad and said the bar was backed up, so he brought us a glass of sparkling wine on the house, which was really nice. We got our drinks and they were quite tasty! We put in a food order - a flatbread pizza to start and sliders for each of us to come out after.
And then it got bad. Like, thought I was on a testing-my-patience-for-$100 TV show bad. We waited about 20 minutes for our flatbread. Our drinks were then empty. 20 minutes later the server finally comes back around and asks if we want drinks and "anything else to eat." The husband didn't catch his phrasing and placed another drink order (expecting more food to be coming) and when the server finally gets back to our table - he admits that he forgot to put in the rest of our food. He would do it now for us, but it would be another 20 minutes. We tell him, no thanks, we're ready to go, it's been over an hour since we got our first plate of food! We're ready for the check and we want to go because we're meeting people and in a hurry. Instead, he brings us a dessert on the house and waits another 15 minutes to bring us the check!
I understand, places get busy. People call off. I didn't feel that that was the case here though. The tables of dressed up old folks were getting plenty of attention from the server! And when he realized he screwed up he acted like he genuinely felt bad but hello! I've already wasted almost two hours here! And now I'm running late!
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