Well then. Yesterday, as Lovey and I were enjoying our last day of a long weekend, we decided to go grab a little late lunch. We had heard from a couple different sources about a new place that had opened up near us. It's a sports bar which is ALWAYS good for me since you just can never have too many places to go see the Stillers.
I didn't take any photos of the inside, but I kind of wish that I had. The space really is beautiful. Some sort of dark wood for the tables and the bar with a HUGE screen TV surrounded by approximately twelve (I didn't count) smaller, but still large screen TVs.
Before I proceed any further, let it be known that I want this place to succeed. I want to see it jam packed during football season and every other sports season. I realize that they've been open now for maybe two weeks, but I've also been in the industry and held every position from dishpit to manager so I have a decent idea of the inner workings of a restaurant. With that said, let's talk about our visit.
Upon our arrival, we wandered in looking for menus to see if we were really going to stay. None were readily available, and hey, that's okay. After a few minutes of deer in the headlights, we were approached by who would ultimately be our waitress. We looked over the menu and decided to stay.
The hostess took the menus from us and led us out to a table after asking if we wanted to sit inside or out and gave us a nice recommendation about where it would be the least breezy. Once at our table, the hostess returned the menus and our waitress came over.
The waitress, we'll just call her E, asked if she could get us drinks. I asked what they had on tap and her response was that they didn't have anything on tap. Okay. Fair enough. I probably would have draft beer in a sports bar, but hey, I don't own it and I don't think that the restaurant that previously occupied the building had drafts either. So, how about bottles? E replied, "Uh, Bud, Bud Light. And I think Corona." Hmmm, you would think one would remember that if there were only three available, but maybe that's just the bartender in me talking.
Taking a pass on the beer selection, I instead asked for a Grey Goose Citron and Sprite. Lovey asked for a regular Grey Goose and Sprite. We also ordered calamari. After a few minutes, E returned with her tray laden with glasses. In front of each of us she sat down a large drinking glass full of Sprite and a rocks glass full of vodka. I suppose that I must have made a face because E immediately said, "Oh, should those have gone in the same glass? I'm not a drinker; I have no idea. I guess I should have asked."
Yes, E, you should have. You also should have specified which glass had the regular vodka and which had the citrus, but maybe your bartender didn't tell you. Either way, I have my vodka, so I don't complain.
We placed our order and E was off in a flash. She was back just as quickly. "I just wanted to let you know that since I messed up your drinks, there won't be a charge for the Sprite." Thanks. You know, since you only charge for the a-a-a-a-a-alcohol in a drink anyway.
The calamari came out and it was very fresh. I like a little more breading, but that's just me. It was hot and that's good enough for us.
We played mixologist at the table and E returned. This time with a joke. It starts out like this:
"Do you want the good news first or the bad news?"
Lovey offered up bad news.
E told us that she was just kidding and there was no bad news. BUT, since we were the ONLY PEOPLE ORDERING FOOD, that our food would be out really quickly.
Hey, I'm all about my food getting to the table fast. I love a kitchen that keeps their ticket times down. But E, this isn't information that you should really be doling out to the guests. A simple, your food will be right out is more than sufficient. I get it, you're new at waiting tables. I can't hate. I'm a terrible waitress. But give me a bar five deep and I'll rock your socks off. But I digress.
Here comes our food! Which, by the way, was quite tasty.
Lovey had the pork sliders. He said that they were very good. Sorry about the photo quality, but the lighting was silly outside that day.
I opted for the mini pepperoni pizza which was equally as good.
Neither of us could finish it all, so we asked to have it to go. Trying to be a little environmentally conscious, we asked to have it put all in one box.
E gave us our check which was not outrageous. The food was reasonably priced and the vodka was actually very well priced at $9 for top shelp on the rocks.
I gave her a nice tip because, hey, times are tough and she's new. She'll get better, more than likely.
I do have to say that I was rather disappointed to not have seen a manager in the entire time that we were there. My personal opinion is that the manager should be working the floor, ensuring quality service for the guests. Especially when the restaurant is new AND empty. A 30 second table visit really can do wonders for a dining experience, this I know for fact.
We may give it another shot if we want to go watch a game at some time. I am hoping that as a little time goes by, they'll be able to work out the kinks and draw a crowd and stay open.
Oh, and I hope that E will come to realize that, when you pack someone's pizza to go, it's just wrong to put it in the box in sandwich manner so I have to be concerned about all the good stuff being on one side of the crust or the other when I go to reheat it.
I'm not going to name the restaurant because I'm not interested in giving them bad press because "all press is good press" doesn't fly in the restaurant business. And I guess if you lived here you might be able to figure it out, but there are so many new places going up at any given time, even that would be tough.
Best of luck to you. Your website name cracks me up, by the way.
And I declare them on the lady that was in my exercise class last night. SO tempting to post her plate number, but I won't.
What did she do, you ask? Just this:
After an hour of dancing around like maniacs and sweating up a storm, she left the class and walked to her car. Her nice, shiny car. Her nice, shiny car that had a FREAKING HANDICAP DANGLY THING ON THE REAR-VIEW MIRROR!
I seriously wanted to hit her. But I was too worn out from class. 🙂
Look, I know we're all (or
most somea few) adults here and we don't need to be lectured about what to do or not to do while driving. We heard it when we first started, some of it stuck, some of it didn't. Fair enough. But when I learned to drive, the only distraction was the radio. I wasn't putting on makeup or changing a CD or talking on my cell phone. I don't long for those days, but I think that some people need them.
Not even an hour ago, I went to pick my daughter up from gymnastics. On the way back home, we stopped at Publix (grocery store for those who don't have them) for a few items. All was well. As we were walking back to the car, my daughter was telling me a story. Now, living in Miami, nothing ever gets your full attention, not even driving, and I realize this as I'm guilty of it myself. So, what I'm trying to say is I was only listening to her with one ear. (And if you have a teenage child, you know you really only need one ear to listen to them as most stories repeat.) We weren't, as some people do, walking down the middle of the isle. We were to the right, close to the parked cars. On the opposite side, there was a Jetta backing out. To this, I don't pay spectacular attention because the Jetta has plenty of room.
Apparently, Jettas are now roughly the size of 18 wheelers judging by how far this driver had to back up. This is not social commentary on said driver's driving skills though. Well, yes it is. The Jetta continues to back up, and not at a rate of speed that is suitable in a grocery store parking lot. You really don't realize how long 3 seconds is until you are about to be hit by a car. I had my purse and keys in one hand and a twelver of Heiney Light in the other therefore, I wasn't able to produce my initial reaction of slamming my hand into the trunk of her car. (Yes, it was a woman driver. Go ahead. I've heard it all before.) Instead, I used what I had left. My big-ass mouth.
As she continued to back up, I yelled out "Hey!". Oh how I wish I could've done more. I am pretty sure, however, that I was vocal enough for her to hear me. Either that or she had backed out enough for a double-wide to get out. At any rate, this is when I notice that she was on the friggin telephone. This only irritated me more. So I continued to yell at her through her closed windows.
"What the hell are you doing?!?! Get the hell off the phone!! You almost hit us!!"
I guess the reaction I was looking for was an apology. Instead, I think I scared the crap out of Miss I'm-so-much-better-than-everyone-that-I-can-back-out-without-regard-to-any-pedestrians-that-may-happen-to-be-around. I'm not sure if she was scared because she almost hit us (and I KNOW she heard me) or if it was because I think my eyes were popping out of my head at that very moment and I probably looked ready to kill. Either way, she was scared and I guess that'll have to be good enough because that's what my daughter and I were. Scared.
So, the moral of the story here folks is please pay attention when you're in crowded places. With pedestrians. Tell your friends. The life you save could be your own. No wait, that's blood donors. But seriously, be careful!
PS. I go to that Publix all the time Ms. Jetta. I know your car, your tag and what you look like. The next time you almost hit someone (especially me or mine), there will be repercussions. 40 acres and a mule!