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| - Would you like a side of "influenza" with your pizza?
Made reservations easily online via Opentable for 8:30 pm on Friday night. The parking in the area is limited, so we parked on a side street. Walked through the front door of the restaurant at 8:32 pm.
Strike one: no organization at the front door. Just a mass of customers standing around, no clarity as to what you should do when you arrive. The hostess' computer is right in the middle of the mass of customers, with my name, phone number, email address promptly displayed on the screen --- not a whole lot of customer privacy going on here, so should you choose to book a reservation, I'd suggest using a fake name if you don't want everyone in line knowing everything about you. So weird, I've never seen anything like it. It seems that the hostess is also a busser and support staff, so she's rarely manning the door. (As a side note, we were two minutes late and our name was already highlighted yellow -- for anyone who has used Opentable, that's an indicator we're 'late')
Strike two: When the hostess finally came back to the front, it was already 8:38. She said it would be a while for our table -- but I thought we had a reservation? No apology given, no real explanation. "They're still at the table, it'll be a while." Uhm -- ok, I guess? She said if she cleared off a table downstairs it would be a little less time, but still a wait. I wanted to highlight HER in yellow.
Strike three: when the waitress came by our table once we were sat, she had an obvious cold. As in, half-way through the specials, she turned from us and started hacking a lung. "Sorry," she said with a smile, and turned back to us. Hmm. OK, well, she's not the chef, so we'll be alright, I thought (incorrectly). Since I love aperol spritzes, and it's actually a cocktail on their (very small) cocktail list, I ordered one.
Guess who made my aperol spritz! With her hands, on the orange peel, that she then plopped in my drink! Sick lady. Coughing and hacking while making my drink. I know, because I was facing the bar watching her doing it, my eyes the size of saucers. The worst part? The drink wasn't good. Worst aperol spritz I've ever had, and it is my favourite drink so I order it everywhere that has aperol. :(
Strike four: bathrooms weren't clean at all. Totally disgusting.
Now -- the pizzas are good! Really good. I didn't like the appetizer or the dessert, but the pizza, which is why you're there, is good. Not good enough to return, since I don't live close, so I can't do take-out, which would be the only way I'd eat this pizza again.
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