rev:text
| - I seriously try to find the best in "not so great" situations, but last night was a killer. A group of us went to a restaurant for dinner. The restaurant has been around forever, but they have changed hands, and I was forewarned that the food was mediocre, the servings were small and the prices were high. Oh well, everyone wanted to try it, so I went. Being an Italian restaurant, how wrong could it be? YUCK! I ordered the Veal Marsala (how can you ruin veal with white wine, butter, lemon and capers?) How about using "pressed" meat?! There were two strips of the mystery meat with a little pasta with ketchup sauce (or was it gravy?). The brucshetta - not kidding - was melba toast with wet tomatoes...nothing else. Sound tasty so far? One of the girls looked at me, and I at her, and we just shook our heads. Then, we never-ending masochists, thought we would try the Tira Misu for dessert....lady finger sandwich with pure sugar in the middle...one bite and none of us could gag it down! When we asked the waitress to please remove the desserts, she bellowed "That's how it should be!" Fortunately, the Manager took the price of each ($7.95) off our bills. When the check came, I should have burst out laughing, but.....far be it from me to embarrass my friends....until they all cringed! The pressed meat and pasta ran over $30 dollars! And, after the waitress bellowed at us about nothing being wrong with the desserts, we still had to add on a tip! As we left, my friend and I got in my car, while the others left in theirs. She looked at me and - so help me - she said, "Let's go to XXXX for dessert and coffee! And we did...then we went shopping and walked off the "meal". Maybe I'm spoiled having been raised in an Italian neighborhood, but it was absolutely the worst meal I've had since the days of salmonella! Should have had my homemade minestrone and stayed home...........
|