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I came in on a friend's suggestion to go grab drinks and talk about where we're going for the weekend in San Diego. We sat ourselves, with a party of 6, and the entire bar was mostly empty. We waited for a while, and ended up making our own table.
The waitress came down, said she was sorry and she was caught up with another customer and that's why she couldn't come greet us. (Granted there were other waiters just hanging around, not doing anything. Could she have sent them?)
So we order food, and some beers. She wasn't sure of what they had on tap ,and referred us to the menu. My boyfriend and I hadn't eaten, and were planning to get bar food. I should have trusted the less than 3 stars this place got.
I ordered mini grilled cheese's for $1.00 each. Great deal for something that's essentially bread and "artisan" cheese. What did I get? A little, flat, half-dollar sized "sandwich" full of melted shredded cheese (Artisan!), on a wooden pallet. It took up maybe 10% of this giant pallet when I ordered two.
I decided to save myself with mini pizzas. Rather, they were tiny slices of over buttered bread, lathered in COLD pasta sauce... unmelted mozzarella cheese... and cold pepperoni. The pepperoni was unexpected, and not in a nice way. I'm a vegetarian. Faaantastic.
During this whole cheese / pepperoni fiasco, there was an older karaoke guy who was playing Midwestern music from the 70's. He was trying to get us to dance, and I'm trying just to figure out our whale-watching schedule in the back of the restaurant. We're there in the back of the restaurant for a reason! Anyway, he come over, and GRABS MY ARM to pull me up and dance with him to "I'm sexy and I know it." I had donated blood that day, bruised my arm, and at this point I was so hungry and grossed out I just snapped at him.
At this point, I went outside for a cigarette, to have an old bald man ask me to "light his fire"... and he was calling for me and my friend as we were walking to our car, asking us to stay and party with him.
NEVER. GOING. BACK. EVER.
p.s. Two TV's right next to each other were 10 seconds out of sync. OCD nightmare.
p.p.s. I swear I am normally such a happy person! Don't judge me! :P
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