Dinner at our usual Monday night place was dismal at best and the restaurant shall remain nameless for this blog post. Although I will tell you if you ask me in person. Because of spring break we sat in the bar area, not optimal seating for dinner, but it was not the worst part of dinner.
We ordered our complete meal when the server came to take our drink order. This is usually done in order to speed up the process and get home in our time frame. It did not work tonight, sigh. John’s iced tea with lemon came without the lemon, not good, but not the first strike yet.
Thirty minutes later our food came out. John’s had the wrong meat and potatoes, which took about 15 minutes to correct. Strike One. My avocado toast came out so burnt that John could hear me take a bite across the table. Mine was sent back to be remade. Twenty minutes later they offered me a complementary dinner salad and an apology for the time it was taking the toast to be remade. Ten minutes after that my dinner came out correctly. Strike Two.
Strike Three was after dinner in the ladies restroom there was only 1/2 of a roll of toilet paper for 4 toilet stalls. Really!!!! Where is Chef Ramsey when you need him.
Maybe it is time to find a new Monday night dinner spot.
