I really want to love Pita Jungle. The food has always been consistently good. In turn, the service has been dependably terrible. This location takes the cake. The following gripes may seem like an overreaction and, if isolated, may be. It's just too bad that this type of service is par for the course at the Jungle.
The host was fine. A nice enough kid, if a little in over his head. It was a weekend afternoon and the crowd was accordingly large. We were finally seated and our waiter was the requisite bored, slightly laconic twentysomething. He took our drink and food order and promptly disappeared for an hour. Seriously, we didn't see him again until it was time for the check and all he could muster was a weak apology muttered under his breath. We did, however, get the unique pleasure of being assigned the hippest of hip female servers who brought us our food complete with a side of smug irony and a nasty case of stink eye. At this time, we had to ask the totally overwhelmed host for silverware. Nobody ever bothered to offer us drink refills.
If I wanted to be surrounded by a bunch of kids who don't care about their jobs, I'd go to Joe's Crab Shack. Whatever - I'll probably still go back.