HI,
Responding to comments
I made here.
Today was one of those days: food good, service not so.
I have a friend who I share lunch about once every five years. I don't have her phone number, because we mostly exchange emails or comments whenever we bump into each other.
I arrived on time for lunch, which is better than usual. I am more in the few minutes late type than on time. When I walked in, I did not see my friend. I stood reading the portable lunch special sign and survey the room trying to decide where to sit. Most of the two-tops not near anybody was by the front door. Where there was a two-top far from the door, there were a group of women conversing.
The owner came up inquiring what I planned to do. I advised I was taking a table, but would wait to order once my friend arrived. I took the table near the women, who were discussing someone who had divorced three husbands. I really did not want to know, but it was hard to miss.
Every couple of minutes, the owner or a server would inquire if I wanted to order something. Meanwhile, a woman walks in, but it did not seem to be my friend. The owner came over, "Is that your friend? What's her name?" Why I even answered is beyond me, "Peggy." "Betty!," "No, Peggy!" He walks over to this table inquiring, "Are you Betty?" Oh, he knew this person, so this was a set up for a joke. Ha. Ha. Ha.
After 15 minutes, I was about to order when my friend showed up. She did not have her coat off, when a server asked to take her order. Obviously, she was not ready. A few minutes later, he was back. She rushed reading the menu and settled on her choice.
We were quite engrossed in conversation with several subjects needing deep review. The restaurant was never packed or half packed, nobody was waiting, so I did not feel the need to eat and run. I will pack up and go, if there is a desperate need for my table.
After a while, the owner comes over inquiring if we want our bill. Under his breath he said, "I may have to charge you for the space you are occupying." "Sure, bring the bill. We are paying separately." About 15 minutes later, "Are you going to pay your bill?" "We do not have one." Another 15 minutes later it seemed, we asked, "Can we have our bill?" The owner points at us, "What did you order?" We repeat, then he shouts how much we each owe. I had a hard time understanding what he said and he was not thrilled to repeat.
It was been my intention to buy something to take home. After a while, all I wanted to do was escape.
If and when I do go back, I will just order take out. Or go to his daughter's place, which is far friendlier and cozier.
Regards,
Cathy2