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| - I was attending an art class that was being held at this location, so my friend and I came early to take advantage of happy hour. The bar area was full, but not packed, and had maybe 3 or 4 servers, which wasn't quite enough.
We couldn't get anyone to actually approach our table to take our orders. The two times we were able to actually order anything, we had to flag someone down. It's like we were invisible. The tables around us were getting service, but no luck for us.
When my friend's drink finally arrived there was a bug floating in it. Again, when we FINALLY were able to flag someone down and tell her that there was a bug in the drink, she looked at us as though she pitied us for not understanding the value an insect can add to a cosmo, gave us the sympathetic head tilt and said, "ummm...it's a fruit fly." Oh, well then. I didn't realize. I thought it was a bug, but now that I know it's a FRUIT FLY, I'd like to keep it. In fact, do you have a few more you could sprinkle atop my beverage? Thanks.
At least they didn't charge her for the drink. Oh, wait. THEY DID. Yes, we got to pay for the fruit fly cosmo, because, well, FRUIT FLY.
I hate chain restaurants anyway, and this experience did nothing to change my mind.
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