Alex A.
Yelp
One of the more bizarre and unpleasant dining experiences of my life.
Me and my girlfriend went in for dinner on a wednesday night, and the restaurant was mostly empty. Things got off to a strange start as we were being seated. I asked the fellow seating us, the owner, if we could have a particular table, and he responded by asking "why?" I quickly learned that every verbal interaction would be a strange contest of wits, with him rebutting every menu question with a question of his own, designed to try make me look stupid in front of my date. And the thing is - I am extroverted and genuinely enjoy engaging with waitstaff at restaurants. But this was like being heckled at a comedy club, or at best, the kind of ribbing done amongst old friends.
The food was middling at best. I wanted tea, but my query regarding whether it contained caffeine was met with a belittling response, so I passed on that. The samosas were fine, but came with a pea-sized pellet of sauce in a dish, sufficient for 2 bites. The injera and its ingredients were at best warm, and portions were minimal. Asking for silverware generated much opprobrium from the owner, and I didn't fight him when he said we should eat it in the traditional way. Fine, but some tools would really help as we're getting towards the end of the dish. And something to clean our hands with is usually furnished at Ethiopian restaurants...but not at Lete-Bukas. I felt filthy after eating the meal.
Our interactions were clearly unpleasant throughout the meal, and as I paid the bill I attempted to close the loop on a high note by inquiring what the name of the restaurant meant. Unable to help himself, he threw it back at me and said "why don't you try guessing", again engaging in his insecurity-driven dominance contest. I paid the high bill, chose a custom tip, and got us the hell out of there as fast as we could.