Alan C.
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Unexpected pit stop here while touring the region, more out of necessity less out of curiosity. I was surprised to learn how city life operated, and even if your legs are tied in a knot trying to prevent painting the sidewalk, decorating the exterior, or creating a midtown mash up masterpiece of last nights extra spicy food truck Gyro and liquor in the street, you can look the host in her eyes while yours are watering, hand her your wallet and say “I’ll buy a drink but please let me use your restroom,” and she’ll put her hand on her hip and say, “we’re actually really busy, so you’ll need to sit down for a full meal.” With terror surging through my veins, naturally, I said yes, we will do that.
I was visiting from a small town in the mid-west, and there’s something to say about culture and big cities that is inherently different. For one, two appetizers ringing in over $40 felt like an assault on my character, being called broke by someone else hurts, but by the menu? Yea, I got my moneys worth in that restroom - but not before Caroline (a newly engaged woman ran into that bathroom with such vigor you would have thought she too was on the verge of creating an advertisement of last nights dinner outfront) decided to steal her fiancés phone and go through it just two hours after saying, “yes, I will marry you,”
Naturally, he shows up, and whilst my friend and I are trying to enjoy our over priced overcooked calamari, he’s banging on the bathroom door yelling “Caroline,” demanding his ring back, telling her she can’t be doing this. Naturally, same king. If yall ever read this, you both deserve better. Anyways, he ends up inside the bathroom with her and after 20 minutes, the consciousness of myself, my friend, the staff, and even the squid reconstructing itself inside, seemed to intersect when we realized Caroline and the unnamed man worked their problems out, and were, eh, reconnecting?
Anyways, Calamari was overcooked, and the cheese puffs tasted like parm and cardboard, so we weren’t really impressed by the food. The atmosphere truly was nice, if bouji brunch is your thing, and our waiter was kind. Lots of refills on my water.
2* because I hope the host meets someone like herself in a time of need, and the food was bland.
Caroline and whoever, have a happy marriage.