Kirk ordered our first couple of drinks...Grey Goose and Orange, of course. There was a hell of a lot more Grey Goose than Orange, but we figured, heck, we're gonna be eating soon anyway. So the waitress comes to our table twice...both times missing our order...which is why Kirk went to the bar to pay for his drinks in the first place. It turned out to be a smart move. After he got our second drinks, he managed to finally snag the waitress. We were sitting with several regulars from this trip, and Ronni, the lady who owns Maximum Sports...the company we book our trip through.
We ordered Nachos, a grilled chicken avocado sandwich, and a grilled burger and cheese. Simple enough, right? Wrong. Kirk went back down to the bar to order another couple of drinks. Still no food, but this time he instructed them to take it a little easier on the Grey Goose. After we finished those...all the while trying to contain himself from killing this very fat Pats fan sitting at the table across from us...he asked me to get us another couple. I made the mistake of going around to the other side of the bar to order drinks because I didn't want to get in the way of the waitresses...hoping it would mean we'd get our food soon...we'd now been waiting for nearly an hour.
As I stood there by the bar, I noticed the older gentleman sitting at the bar next to me. He was looking a little frustrated...and holding a $50 in his hand...and being ignored by the female bartender. She was serving people walking up to the side of the bar who had just walked in and completely ignoring the front of the bar. Finally, the lady next to me got her attention for the poor gentleman who told me he'd been waiting for a over a half hour. I thought that the $50 would've grabbed her attention. Wrong. So he placed his drink order, then I placed mine. She came back to tell me they were out of Grey Goose and she could substitute with Belvedere or some other vodka. She came back with vodka on the rocks...and an orange slice on the rim. I had to tell her that the drink required OJ. And she charged me Grey Goose prices...which was about $2 more than Belvedere prices. And I waited about 10-15 minutes for that kind of ineptitude.
I got back to our tables...and still no food. One couple with us were on to their third pitcher of beer. The manager had been called, as had the assistant manager. They re-took our order...and placed it. Although they never said it, we figured out that THIS is the step that our server forgot...and the cause that we waited for our food for over an hour...to the point where Kirk had gotten us another couple of drinks, drank it, got sick of waiting...and afraid he'd start fighting the fat Patriots guy and went to our room.
The manager finally agreed to comp all of our meals...the only thing we needed to pay for was the alcohol...which, fortunately, we'd been doing anyway. Not exactly how I pictured the night ending.
On the upside...I had a dream about Tony Romo...and he knew me by name...:-) I'm one sick Kitty.
Sorry Kitty about the game :( But i bet it was fun being there and seeing it first hand. I only cought bits and pieces of it and heard from the screaming or shouting what was going on since I have been locked away in my office studying my ass off for the next dreaded test. I can't wait to see the pics i bet they are great? You really thinking of moving that way? Aaron and I thought of moving there when we first got out of andrews, they have a great multimedia market that way...who knows...maybe i will convert to a cowboys fan....shhhhh!! don't tell aaron! But even though they aren't doing to great, the bears are my team, althgouh they usually leave me feeling a bit pissy after their games. Very sad on how the lions came back and clean out ther arses! That was a duh! moment.
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