Georgie and I played grown-up hookie today. Georgie left from work early -- I picked him up. We went to Avec, a restaurant we have not yet frequented until today. If you bothered to click on the link and read through that page, I'd just like to say that they weren't kidding about being 'open' at 3:30PM daily.
Georgie and I got there at 3:18PM and we were freezing. We pushed the door open and asked if we could sit inside. Our soon-to-be-server/hostess then said -- I so did not want to dine there after that brief exchange! -- "I would, but blah blah blah with our insurance blah blah blah..." I was not amused.
3:20PM We hear someone hastily pull and push the door close and lock it.
3:24PM Georgie could tell I was pissed. There was only silence between us.
3:25PM Georgie (with hesitation and probably fear): "Do you want to go to the other restaurant?"
Me: "Yes."
3:27PM The bus boy (bus person? Bus man? He was apparently older than us) unlocks the door and comes to the outside waiting area with a broom and dustpan. We had to leave the area.
3:30PM Georgie asks the bus boy if the restaurant was "officially" open. The bus boy says yes. I, regrettably, say to the bus boy, "We're going to the other restaurant, then." I mean, what did the bus boy ever do to us??
3:31PM We enter the restaurant next door. The nice lady at the bar then says, "We don't open again until 5PM. I'm sorry. But, the restaurant next door opens at 3:30PM."
WTF?!
So, like I mentioned earlier, we were greeted by the same girl who rudely shooed us away just moments before at Avec.
The restaurant was nice to look at. It had a Zen kind of feel to it. I was disappointed that I didn't bring my camera because I probably would have gotten some nice shots of the place. But, my camera phone was sufficient. I enjoyed the company and surroundings more than the food.
Georgie and I ordered a couple of glasses of wine; white for me, red for him. To start, we ordered olives, bacon-wrapped dates and a flatbread. Then, we ordered a plate of prosciutto and a bowl of pasta. I only liked the olives and dates. The prosciutto kind of tasted like the tin can it probably was stored in and the pasta came too late. I think it was a good 15 minutes before the pasta came and by then, my appetite was nil.
Why strike out "Strike-through"? The menu had words with a strikethrough on them. I asked our lovely server what was the importance of this, to which she answered, "Well, it just represents the theme of the restaurant... all the lines." To which I thought to myself, genuinely not impressed, "ohhhhkaaaaay."
Georgie and I got there at 3:18PM and we were freezing. We pushed the door open and asked if we could sit inside. Our soon-to-be-server/hostess then said -- I so did not want to dine there after that brief exchange! -- "I would, but blah blah blah with our insurance blah blah blah..." I was not amused.
3:20PM We hear someone hastily pull and push the door close and lock it.
3:24PM Georgie could tell I was pissed. There was only silence between us.
3:25PM Georgie (with hesitation and probably fear): "Do you want to go to the other restaurant?"
Me: "Yes."
3:27PM The bus boy (bus person? Bus man? He was apparently older than us) unlocks the door and comes to the outside waiting area with a broom and dustpan. We had to leave the area.
3:30PM Georgie asks the bus boy if the restaurant was "officially" open. The bus boy says yes. I, regrettably, say to the bus boy, "We're going to the other restaurant, then." I mean, what did the bus boy ever do to us??
3:31PM We enter the restaurant next door. The nice lady at the bar then says, "We don't open again until 5PM. I'm sorry. But, the restaurant next door opens at 3:30PM."
WTF?!
So, like I mentioned earlier, we were greeted by the same girl who rudely shooed us away just moments before at Avec.
The restaurant was nice to look at. It had a Zen kind of feel to it. I was disappointed that I didn't bring my camera because I probably would have gotten some nice shots of the place. But, my camera phone was sufficient. I enjoyed the company and surroundings more than the food.
Georgie and I ordered a couple of glasses of wine; white for me, red for him. To start, we ordered olives, bacon-wrapped dates and a flatbread. Then, we ordered a plate of prosciutto and a bowl of pasta. I only liked the olives and dates. The prosciutto kind of tasted like the tin can it probably was stored in and the pasta came too late. I think it was a good 15 minutes before the pasta came and by then, my appetite was nil.
Why strike out "Strike-through"? The menu had words with a strikethrough on them. I asked our lovely server what was the importance of this, to which she answered, "Well, it just represents the theme of the restaurant... all the lines." To which I thought to myself, genuinely not impressed, "ohhhhkaaaaay."
2 comments (add one!):
Dude!! I can't believe you did not like this place!! It is one of Alex and I's favorites. The chicken is the best. And I LOVE the dates. Too bad they were jerks. People have always been super on our visits. Hope the rest of your hooky day was fun. Today is my hooky day! yes! Call us sometime, we have not seen you for a while, miss you guys.
Um, yummy!
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