Lunch outing

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.

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1/30 – Start out strong

So, late in the game I've decided to try to spit out a post a day for 30 days.  I already know that this will be difficult considering that there's a lot of stuff going on this month.  But, hey, what the hell, it's worth a shot.

A couple of things for me:

  • 5 days till surgery
  • 35 days till Cirque du Soleil
  • 38 days till my birthday
  • 43 days till the Associates degree
  • 70 days till vacation

Today, I talked to Kiddo about going to the gyno.  She is NOT excited.  Granted, she should be safe for a few more years, but yeah, she dosen't want to go.  Ever.  Am I wrong in explaining the difference between a pap, a colposcopy and cryosurgery?  Maybe.

Mmmm, today I had the Buffalo chicken sandwich from Wendy's.  Lovey says it was really spicy, but he didn't have the blue cheese sauce on his.  Mine wasn't spicy at all.  Sadness.  I like spicy though.  A lot.

Earlier today (or last night), I made a promise to some dead relatives about action I would take if they pulled out all the winning lotto balls for me.  Tomorrow morning I'll know what needs to be done.

Ah, and most importantly for today.  At 8am, I woke up from an Ambien induced sleep, promptly got dressed and hopped on my bicycle.  I rode for approximately 20 minutes to the library where I stood in line for three, count em, THREE hours in order to cast my vote.  Thank goodness for early voting.  These are important times, my friends, and whether you agree with my choice of candidates (That One, the socialist, Marxist, communist, spread the wealth, illegal aunt hiding black guy) or not, I hope you realize the importance of making your voice heard.  EVERY VOTE COUNTS!!  So get out there and vote.  For Obama.  All the cool kids are doing it.  Well, you know, except for Stephen Baldwin who says that, you know, if there was a rally with a bunch of hip-hop people, since that's the demographic, ugh…I can't even repeat the rest of that.

Have a lovely November all.  See you tomorrow. 

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A Lunch Story

It would seem that everything funny happens at McDonalds.

I went there to pick up lunch because, well, I'm hungry and I'm gonna die one day anyways, so I might as well enjoy myself while I'm here.

Ordering was smooth and fast today and hooray, there's my order.  Even though it's only 2 things, I check the bag to make sure it's correct.  My fries don't look so good.  So I eat one.  Confirmation.  My fries are NOT so good.  For $1.89 and my health, I'll take fresh fries please, Alex.

So I sashayed right back up to the counter with those things they were trying to pass off as fries and said that I wanted new ones.  The girl at the counter (who I see nearly every time I come in there) informed me that all the fries looked like that today.  Well, fine, but you're at least going to give me some hot ones.  I'll wait.  I can see the fryer from here and I know they're almost done.

While I am waiting for new fries, up comes a lady to the front with her fries.  Apparently, I am not alone.  Following her was a guy with two orders of fries.  I didn't make a big stink, just asked for my fries to be replaced.  And while the other lady didn't make a big stink at the counter, her commentary walking away was priceless.

"Ya'll need to change the motherfucking oil or something.  This is MAC-DONALDS!"

Hahahaha, so this is who sets the quality standards for her food?  I shouldn't laugh.  That's actually a very sad statement. 

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Mount up Monday v5.12.08

Welcome back to the reality known as Monday.  Bad for some, worse for others, but for me, I just take them as they come.

So, let's just get the bad news out of the way first.  Last MUM, I set three goals for myself.  Let's see how I did.

  1. Finish homework by Friday – She shoots, she SCORES!  I actually had it all done.  I plan to do the same this week.
  2. Stretch for an hour daily – That slapshot missed WAY wide.  Not only did I not stretch for an hour daily, I didn't stretch at all.  Bad Shyner.  That just means I'll be in super pain tomorrow after class tonight.
  3. Read 20 pages of PHP tutorial – I just got shutout.  Yeah, I didn't do any of the reading.  I am such a mess, but I will do better this week.

So, if I didn't do any of that, then what DID I do last week?  Let's see.  Weekdays are spent at work and then basically collapsing after work from the mental trauma (NOT!).  Really, I'm just lazy and when I get home I don't want to do much.  Saturday I spent basically the entire day fixing up the living room.  Let's just say that before, it was pretty yuck, and seeing as how it's the first thing you see when you walk in our front door, I got tired of wanting to jump off a bridge if I saw it one more time like that.  It was cluttered and full of junk and dark and, well, yuck.  I wanted to get some slipcovers for the couches but after a wild goose chase at Macys, then Target, then Bed, Bath and Beyond, I gave up on them.  I did, however, end up with a decent bookshelf (that Kiddo helped me put together) and a couple of nice plants. 

I should have taken a before picture so you could see what was really done, but I didn't.  If my brother stops by, he'll let you know how much it's changed.


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Yeah, that wall is pink.  I still have to paint, but let me tell you, it's a million times better than it was.  My Stephen King collection finally has a home, as do all of my computer books.  Which is awesome in and of itself because it cleared off space on the bookshelf in my office/the gym for some of my other books.  Both Lovey's aunt and our former roommate were awestruck by the transformation and I am quite happy with it.  That was an all day job.

Saturday night was date night and I even managed to stay awake after all day cleaning.  Lovey and I stepped out for a frozen cocktail since it was just under 8000 degrees.  We walked around but there were way too many people out for me so we called it a little early and went home to sit on the balcony.  Good times.

Sunday we met Lovey's mom, step-dad, sister and aunt for lunch in a fantabulous Mexican restaurant.  Super good stuff.  We returned to la casa de doce trienta with full bellies where I cleaned some more and then played some online poker.

The weekend would not have been complete, however, without some sports.  That's right.  Penguins 2, Flyers 0.  Pens in 5 is the way I'm calling it.  Let's go PENS!

Before I ramble on too much further, let me set this week's goals.

  • Finish the friggin homework before Friday
  • Read 20 pages of the PHP tutorial
  • Clean the office/gym
  • Create a schedule

With that, I'm out!  REGULATORS, Mount Up!

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