D came to have lunch with me today since she needed to run an errand downtown, and I thought it’d be cool if we went to this one yummy crepe place by my work. We had already talked about sharing a savory one and a dessert one, so we were quite excited. Ha. Sadly, the experience was absolutely not exciting. In fact, it was pretty appalling. It took forever to order, our waiter forgot that we even existed because he failed to acknowledge us the many times he passed by after, and we still hadn’t gotten our food after 35 minutes (which is absolutely unacceptable for lunch downtown). So, after some debate, D and I walked out. We felt a little bad about it—but we honestly don’t think they cared or even noticed. That was only the second time I've ever walked out of a restaurant, and for good reason.
The first time was . . . sometime in college when my two girlfriends and I were in NY for a weekend trip. We wanted to have a yummy Italian dinner one evening, so we walked around and settled on a restaurant in Midtown (big mistake right off). When we sat down and looked at the menu prices, you could see imaginary sweat dripping down our faces. The waiter had already poured us glasses of water and set out the bread basket . . . but after much contemplation, and while our waiter had his back to us, our broke college student selves ran out of there with a quickness and headed straight for a hot dog cart. *shrug* You gotta do what you gotta do.
1 comment:
hahaha your second example.... I've done that!
So usually I ask for pricing or check online before if possible.
Ugh, but your first story... that is just horrible. Give bad reviews on the internet!
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