rev:text
| - I actually yelped this restaurant from my brunch table and my blackberry wouldn't post the review. So, will try to capture the original intensity of the yelp. I still love my blackberry and maintain it is better than iPhone, by the way!
Anyway, anyone who knows me well appreciates the importance of toast in my life. When I moved to Phoenix to work for a catholic hospital, my best friend bought me a "Jesus toast" stamp which puts an imprint of the Mary which appears better when the bread is toasted. I guess she wanted me to fit in.
So when I told my waiter I was having a "bad toast experience" and he blew me off, you can imagine the impact. I ordered the oatmeal as well as the basket of toasted willow breads served with a variety of jellies, Nutella, honey etc. My oatmeal came out with over-buttered, grilled bruschetta-style toast; that's it--a plate with a bowl of oatmeal and 3 pieces of bread. I asked for flatware, then brown sugar and milk, then inquired about my basket of willow bread. The waiter said, "this is the toast that comes with your meal. I reminded him of my order and he brought me some jam. I decided to stop complaining (cus I had been making ridiculous requests like being served what I ordered and having utensils). I put jam on the "toast" and it literally tasted like they had grilled it in bacon grease. Meanwhile the table next to us (the only other occupied table in the restaurant at 10 am on a beautiful Sunday) was getting their cranberry walnut and sourdough bread, perfectly toasted with all the accompaniments. I told the waiter I wanted toast like theirs and that mine tasted like pork (still a veggie after 25 years) and he said again, "this is the toast that comes with your meal". My friend was getting embarrassed, so I gave it up and left. How hard is it to bring a girl a new piece of bread?
Ok, now all the anger is stirred up... I must say that My florist is one of my fav weeknight spots and their pianist is first rate-amazing. She truly plays from her soul and her personality shines through in her interpretations of classic songs. I have been there since the "toast experience", but make my friend arrive first to look for the waiter with the ponytail!
|