Corey G.
Yelp
Well, it should be said Lottie's DID provide one of the more memorable moments of our weekend, but it was for all the wrong reasons.
We were caught in Columbia City, and in need of sustenance, enter Yelp. Most times, I'm not let down, so when I saw favorable reviews for LL, I led our crafty crew through their doorway.
FIRST MISTAKE:
We should have grabbed a table outside, because I'm sure the weather would have left us feeling much more sunny.
DOWNHILL & DOUBLE TAKES:
We scanned the place as we walked in and grabbed a table for four toward the back....we didn't know it was right next to a stage. We found that out about 5 seconds later, because the rough and haggard musician must have followed us in, syncing his steps and shadowing us to not raise attention. He was followed by his groupie/agent/bouncer---this weathered ole lady was obviously already three sheets. She was whoopin', hollerin', and making requests as they both followed us in to our table. She was a happy drunk though. It was just awkward to be the only audience for these two as this guy belted some classics practically right in our ears---we gave some claps & quiet chuckles, but no tips. He actually wasn't that bad after we gave him a chance (and after a few "drinks").
In a perfect world, we probably shoulda just baled at this point. We gave up on eating. We thought we'd give this joint the benefit of the doubt and grab a drink before splittin': ANOTHER ERROR.
When our server arrived we made our orders. Since this place had an extensive list of Bloody Marys, three of us went for some BMs. :) My girlfriend needed a bit of a kick (she didn't have ear plugs), so she asked for extra shot of vodka in hers.
"We can't do that."
[Perplexed looks all around!! ]
"Huh?"
The server then tried to go all mathematical on us and talk about how the ratios would be all off and the drink wouldn't be right.
[Enter an awkward confused silence]
We gave a group "whatever". We just wanted to get outta here at this point. Now remember, this conversation was screamed since we were right next to the entertainment.
Throughout our visit, some of us tried to ask the server a question as she walked by our table (which was surrounded by a field of empty tables), but she would give a look like she heard, and keep on walking. Once again, we'd just give a group laugh, and "Really?!".
Then were the drinks. My brother's Makers Manhattan was adequate, although the cherry garnish looked like a big gray booger. As for their signature Bloody Marys...
...they pretty much sucked. I mean, if we wanted spicy V8's, we coulda went to the 7-Eleven down the street. So, they don't like customers making suggestions for adding alcohol (something we would have paid for), but apparently, it seems like they don't even have alcohol in their Bloody Mary's. We imagined that the three shots for each of our drinks quietly sat at the bar looking around---waiting to be drunk by someone.
At this point, we downed our V8s in unison *wishing we had ear plugs*, and then split the scene.
The rest of the afternoon consisted of rehashing the comedy that is Lottie's Lounge.