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| - Gather 'round, children, and I will tell you a story about the human condition. It involves love, hate, desperation--you know, all the biggies. It was the best of meals, it was the worst of meals (just kidding, it was super good). Anyway, let the review commence!
I arrived at a packed B&B around 12 on a weekday. I had been wanting to try this place forevs and needed to get some work done, and yessss they have wifi! I could eat lunch and drink tea and use my handy dandy iPad to get things done. Oh and they have macarons? SIGN ME UP!
I ordered the eggplant sandwich. I must say that in theory it is an excellent sandwich--eggplant, cheese, pesto, and delicious soft bread. In execution it is not so much a sandwich as it is something to eat with a knife and fork. I kept trying to pick it up, but it was fail all over the place. I succumbed and just ate it with a knife and fork. It was delicious!
Here is where the sickness of humanity comes in. This old woman with a CANE was sitting at a table. Behind her, from the line, a RHOGV (Real Housewife of Green Valley) exclaimed in shock and horror to this woman, "THAT'S MY TABLE!" As if the most horrifying thing in the whole world was that this woman with a cane had taken her table. Ugh. People make me sick. I was shooting them the look of absolute disdain the entire time they were ushering this woman to another table (at this point it seems important to mention that this place is crammed full of tables--it's not super easy to get around, especially when you're old with a cane). Then the RHOGVs needed extra chairs. When I say RHOGV, I mean tennis sweaters and visors, and faces standing still in time. Oh and super entitled to a table in a cafe that was already taken. Ugh. People.
Anyway, they thought they had been all settled in their magical table that had their name written on it in invisible BravoTV ink when they didn't have enough room and moved tables to, you guessed it, right next to the people whom they so rudely moved earlier. I was so disgusted at them and somehow (I dunno, maybe my death stares in their direction), the owner picked up on it. He gave me a macaron in silent camaraderie (at least I think it was the owner). He also gave one to the injured party. I thought this was absolutely top-notch not only as a business owner but as a human being. The macaron was excellent--chocolatey, gooey, soft AND crunchy, absolutely perfect. He also refilled my tea at no charge.
This is the mark of a place I want to keep patronizing. Yeah, the sandwich might not have been perfect, but the customer service was. I can't wait to go back and try the breakfast. Maybe I will now! See you later!
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