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Once a month my mom has a monday evening meeting, which starts early enough she is not home for dinner. My dad is left on his own for dinner, and three times in the past eight months he's callen me out of the blue and taken me out to eat. Someone wants to buy me dinner? I am *so* there!
Tonight, we tried a new restaurant. It's only been open a couple of months, and I found it extremely, grating-on-the-nerves loud. It was difficult to hear the wait staff. The staff was responsive and good at their jobs, and the food was pretty good (I had the gnocchi with spicy italian sausage and peas - the spicy italian sausage was mildly spicy). BUT - they served the table bread on a cloth napkin no plate or basket under the napkin. It was served with extra virgin olive oil in a communal dish. They did not give us bread plates, so the crusty italian style bread hunk littered the table with bits of crust as we tore it apart, and since there were no bread plates, the dipping oil got absolutely everywhere. We finally asked for plates so we could salt and pepper our own pool of oil (I despise pepper, and my dad has restricted salt intake). The salt and pepper were on the table, ground up and divided into a little dish, so you had to pinch it with your fingers to do anything with it... No shakers, no spoons, so your own oil covered fingers were the best control you had over the condiments.
They had *no* herbal teas without caffiene. Overall it was a vaguely uncomfortable dining experience, from the tight tables, loud atmosphere (and if it is loud on a monday night when they were about 80% full, what must they be like on a swinging Saturday?). And quite expensive (yay dad for taking me out!), it was just less $70 for the two of us, including taxes and tip. He got a glass of wine and an antipasti with his entree - I had bottled water (I wanted hot tea, but I can't have caffiene that late!) and just an entree.
As we were leaving, the couple sitting next to us were just ordering dinner and as they got the bread, the woman leaned over and asked her date why there were no plates for the bread.
Something tells me they will be tweaking their modus operendi over the next few weeks as people become more familiar with them - and start complaining about the less than stellar bits of the dining experience.
Tonight, we tried a new restaurant. It's only been open a couple of months, and I found it extremely, grating-on-the-nerves loud. It was difficult to hear the wait staff. The staff was responsive and good at their jobs, and the food was pretty good (I had the gnocchi with spicy italian sausage and peas - the spicy italian sausage was mildly spicy). BUT - they served the table bread on a cloth napkin no plate or basket under the napkin. It was served with extra virgin olive oil in a communal dish. They did not give us bread plates, so the crusty italian style bread hunk littered the table with bits of crust as we tore it apart, and since there were no bread plates, the dipping oil got absolutely everywhere. We finally asked for plates so we could salt and pepper our own pool of oil (I despise pepper, and my dad has restricted salt intake). The salt and pepper were on the table, ground up and divided into a little dish, so you had to pinch it with your fingers to do anything with it... No shakers, no spoons, so your own oil covered fingers were the best control you had over the condiments.
They had *no* herbal teas without caffiene. Overall it was a vaguely uncomfortable dining experience, from the tight tables, loud atmosphere (and if it is loud on a monday night when they were about 80% full, what must they be like on a swinging Saturday?). And quite expensive (yay dad for taking me out!), it was just less $70 for the two of us, including taxes and tip. He got a glass of wine and an antipasti with his entree - I had bottled water (I wanted hot tea, but I can't have caffiene that late!) and just an entree.
As we were leaving, the couple sitting next to us were just ordering dinner and as they got the bread, the woman leaned over and asked her date why there were no plates for the bread.
Something tells me they will be tweaking their modus operendi over the next few weeks as people become more familiar with them - and start complaining about the less than stellar bits of the dining experience.
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I come off all sweet and innocent, but Gwen could tell you I'm not. either. one.
And I am counting the days!!! I can't wait!