Have you ever been to a nudy bar and you couldn't get a lap-dance because the coke dealer was at the bar and all the girls were flocking to him and his weasel friend? It happened to a friend of mine once and he described the scenario. This is the feeling I had on Sunday night when my friend and I were seeking a simple hamburger at Twin Peaks. Every girl seemed to be gathering around the same table where two gentlemen were seated. It was unusual because I usually receive excellent service. (from the lunch crew)
I peered further at the table where the five girls had gathered intently. There were two big boy mugs of beer on the table and nothing special. I was expecting a Caesar salad to arrive at the table and Italian style service to occur with one girl grating the parmesan, one girl rubbing the pepper mill, one girl bringing the food, and one girl smiling. Twin Peaks doesn't have a Caesar salad. The food runner girl arrived at their table with what I expected to be my imaginary Caesar, but she had no food and she joined the collaboration of the minds at the table.
I considered opening a couple of sugar packets and emptying them on the table to see if we could get some attention. I wound up not having to go there and a waitress arrived to take our order. The food did eventually arrive and was excellent as usual.
Twin Peaks succeeds where Hooters and Tilted Kilt fail serving quality food. I actually like the Cobb salad and the honey mustard is excellent. Try the mac-n-cheese as a side. And of course, football season is coming!
I will forgive and return for I usually visit for lunch and they seemed to be geared towards that shift. Also disturbing was that my friend and I were the two best looking guys in the restaurant. It seems like we would get a little bit of attention.