So it's a Friday, and we're a group of colleagues. You know the deal, large group, high spirits, cause, hey, it's a Friday.
There doesn't seem to be a table large enough to accommodate the size of our group, and we're just trying to figure out how to split ourselves up, when the waiter pounces on some guy who's eating and MOVES him. Ok, that works our for us, but I've never seen a patron pushed off his table mid-meal before in my life. This should have been my first clue.
So we sit, and 10 minutes or so later, the waiter takes our order. Ask him a few questions, almost all of which are answered in a mumble that sounds like "yes, it's noodles". Same answer to all questions. Well, we're all tech geeks, so a quick search on our phones manages to DE-mystify most of the menu. Second clue as to the service.
40 minutes later, and 1 salad and 2 soups have appeared so far. There's a bit of hunger going on by now. One of my colleagues is eying the remnants of one of the salads, so we push it over to him.
50 minutes in, and HALF of the table is served. Umm, ok. The remaining 4 of us are patient, and figure we're next. My colleague is now fiddling with the paper wrapper from the chopsticks and I'm afraid he's going to eat it.
60 minutes in, still no food for the remaining 4, and in the meantime we've watched 3 other tables get served.
70 minutes in, I go remind the server that half of our table is missing food. "Yeah? It's busy."
75 minutes in, and finally the remaining 4 dishes appear. And my salmon teriyaki is RAW. STONE COLD RAW.
'nuff said. Never again.