Koa H.
Yelp
I had time to eat dinner before my flight and hadn't been here before. Wings were on my mind. Beer was on my mind. The place was packed. I almost just walked past entirely. But I spotted a two-top table by the wall was available, so I circled back to the hostess stand. No one was there. A hanging sign on the hostess stand said please seat yourself. So I squeezed my way through w my roller bag and claimed that table. There was a menu on the table already and I got to work.
The first waitress came to the table of 4 next to me and gave them their check and they paid at the table. She walked away after that. No biggie. Then a bus person came and cleaned it off. A second waiter came my direction and walked past to service tables behind me. I thought this must be my person. Then they darted back. The 4-top next to me sat two new people. My waiter came darting back out to another table, walked past again, no acknowledgement. It's fine, they're packed. I notice another two top has been cleaned and sat w more ppl. My waiter is on his way back out to take the order of that new table next to me, AND of the new 2-top. I'm wondering now. Maybe I'm not his.
I see people being sat by a hostess now. Did I take this table and now I'm being excised? How?? The sign said... this blonde kid with shaved sides and back with long overhanging on top is coming back with a tray and many drinks. All the new tables now have drinks, placed orders and I'm sitting here with elbows on the table trying to get eye contact. He or anyone else don't see me, I must be invisible again. I check to make sure cloaking is deactivated, it is. He goes to the micros machine for 5minutes to put in all the orders he has taken at all the new tables. I know I'm behind the curve now. Be damned, I'm gonna get eye contact now. He darts back my direction, I'm leaning hard on elbows beaming his direction, he makes brief eye contact and walks past. Nothing. Disappears behind me again, makes the rounds, returns to said safe position off-grid.
I stand, slowly gather my belongings and exit the establishment after 15-20 minutes of waiter torture. I have been excised successfully by the warlords of bar Symon never to return to try their $17 wings. I notice on the way out, the sign on the hostess stand says, please wait to be seated.