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| - I love Cheeseburger, Cheeseburger.
There. I said it. I love the mustard sauce, the crust is killer, and it's one of the few times I actually, legitimately crave pizza. There's not a Wolfman's near my house, sadly, so I have to kinda drive across town to get it, which I happily do for that sauce.
Wolfscetta as an app is okay - nothing to write home about, though the bread is tasty and it's well-flavoured, I always feel like it's a it heavier on the oil than necessary and a bit lighter on the tomato than I'd like. The balasmic that accompanies it, however, is pretty delish.
The downside is that I went in this last weekend - lazy Sunday of running some minor errands with the hubby - and was really disappointed in the service. No, not 'cos they were stoned (which I doesn't actually bother me too much), but 'cos Jesus Crap, server - when I say "I need a minute" to check the menu, you don't have to TIME ME.
Hovering tends also to be one of those qualities I don't relish in a server - I appreciate that you want to be attentive, but hanging out by the table is a little much, don't you think? I was cool, though - I know sometimes as a server when it's a dead restaurant, you just want to make sure you're giving the best service possible. I know we're the only table here, it's 7 hours til closing, and the skies just opened up with a monsoon - but I don't understand why, as my husband and I served up our first slices of pie, you thought that was a good time to ask if we'd want desert and choose to leave our check? Since it just began raining, did you think we might want to hang around and buy some more beer? Why didn't it occur to you that we might actually PAY YOU MORE MONEY when we can't see out of the window, due to the rain?
Even more bizarre, I went to the ladies' room for a moment, and when I came out, the manager was hovering over our table, too, just behind my husband out of eyesight. Since - again - we were the ONLY TABLE IN THE PLACE, I couldn't help but ask if they needed to close up. I certainly didn't want to be the dick table that's keeping them there! But no - no shift change, no closing, so crush of people dying for our table.
Just inept service that served to make me feel like I was unwelcome and they wanted me out of there as quickly as possible.
Which kinda sucks, 'cos I can't get delivery to my house.
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