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| - I figure it's time to review The Vig. I've been there probably 10 times between the Arcadia location and the Uptown, and Sweet Pea and I met the gang up at Arcadia on Saturday night.
Let me just say, I like The Vig- I don't love it. In fact, I hated it the first couple of times I went there...more about that in just a minute. I am not in love with the place like so many are, it just fills a niche. It's centrally located, it has a patio, drinks, some OK food, etc. I don't care about the clientele, whether it's hipster dbags or whatever- if I like the place and I'm with my crew, I don't really care who else is around.
The problem with the place is the service. It's not just indifferent, or bad, it's almost impossibly TERRIBLE. My second experience at The Vig caused me to almost never return. Sweet Pea and I were there on an afternoon, the place was pretty empty, and we sat there for 20 minutes before we finally reached out and grabbed a waitress's arm to get her to acknowledge us. The waitstaff literally stood around chatting, and several of them looked at us as they walked by and kept on walking. I mean, I've had better service at brasseries in Paris.
Saturday was no different. We sat outside, this is before it even got busy, and didn't see waitstaff for a half hour. We sent someone in to the bar to get drinks. We waved arms frantically as we saw waitresses in the distance but never coming over. Finally, I yelled out "excuse me!" to a busboy passing by and asked him if there was indeed waitstaff assigned to our section that evening. He went off to get someone, and I watched her come out and start down the row of tables, stopping at each one, refreshing drink orders, taking food orders, and finally she's at the table right next to ours...and...this is where it gets good...SHE TURNS AROUND AND LEAVES. I mean, it's like she's trying to avoid us at this point. I had to send the busboy back after her, and when she finally showed up- no apology, no acknowledgment...actually, she seemed annoyed to have to even come to our table. We were all being so nice to her when she did finally come, I had to ask why we were kissing this woman's a$$- so she would deign to come back to our table and wait on us??? Man that's messed up.
Can it be that hard to find waitstaff who is both attractive enough for this super hip trendy place AND can serve me food and drinks in a reasonable amount of time?? I guess so.
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