6:30 - I walk in the door and Omar says to me, "Hey, I just saw this advert in the paper. There's a restaurant in Soho that's celebrating it's 20th anniversary. They're serving their meals at 80's prices. 6 pounds for 2 courses. Let's do it! ". I said ok.
6:40 - We're on the way to the Tube station. I get there, realize I don't have my oyster card, and have to go back. I should have stayed right there . . .
7:30 - We arrive and are ignored by the staff. Alrighty then. No one speaks English except for the maitre'd and he gets us downstairs, where we are the first customers. Everyone speaks Italian, so I try to remember my basics.
We order our meals and our wine, and everything seems fine. By this point we had been there a while, but not unusually long. Our wine comes, our bread comes, alright.
8:30 - first course. Good stuff. We kill it. Then we begin the waiting game.
9:00 - 2nd course. Delicious, for the most part. Slightly raw pasta, but still good. we kill it.
9:30 - 10 - Customers begin leaving in disgust. Nobody is getting their food, and the waiters are confused about who is getting it. I feel bad for them. They can't speak our language and are blamed for everything. Not my gig.
10:30 - We are the last people in the place, waiting for dessert. We are prepared to stick it out, but Omar has to go hassle the maitre'd, who is a jerk and doesn't remember us, even though he took our orders.
10:45 - We get the dessert. Not great, but whatever. At that point we begin discussing payment. We consider just leaving, leaving a couple fivers on the table, haggling, and paying full price (HAH!). We decide to haggle. We confront the maitre'd, and I can see Omar getting ready for a fight. He complains that it took three hours for our food. The guy looks down, clearly PO'd, and says "Just leave". We are OUT! We get outside, look at each other, and ask, "What the - ? Did we just get a free meal?" The staff gave up close to 40 pounds. Whatever!
Clearly worth it.
yeahhhhh.
1 comment:
...nice. simply nice.
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