Lee B.
Yelp
Went to Soall Bistro with my wife on what had to be one of the coldest nights of the year. I'm originally from the North Shore, and we were in town for our tenth wedding anniversary.
The service was attentive, but a little oppressive, in that people seemed a bit too eager to confirm our choices. We started off with the pork ribs (waiter: 'good choice!') and the spring rolls -- both were quite tasty. But as the restaurant started to fill, the service began to lag a bit. We waited and waited for our bowls of pho, which we figured -- since it was the coldest night of the year -- would be perfect. What better than a hot bowl of Vietnamese soup?
When our pho finally did arrive (what took so long?), mine was hot. My wife's, however, was bonkers. The bowl was warm, but her soup was COLD. Cold as the frosty, wintry night outside. I just couldn't figure this situation out, which seemed to defy physics. When the waiter came over to check, we sent the cold pho back to be microwaved. The waiter did this all in good humor, but...you know, it's SOUP, and serving cold soup to any patron on a freezing night (heck, any night!) should have been instantly 'comped.' It wasn't.
While we were waiting for the soup to reappear, the waiter came over and asked me if I wanted sangria -- that 'she' had heard me mumble something about sangria. This was totally bizarre -- not only did I not want sangria, or say anything about it, but who was potentially eavesdropping on me and assigning me some random beverage?
Anyway, my wife's soup reappeared, and we left to head off into the brisk arctic vortex.