Mrs. johnny and I decided to grab a quick bite at Handlebar this afternoon. Our attempts were foiled by the slow waitstaff and even more leisurely pace of the kitchen.
For the unfamiliar, Handlebar is a Wicker Park institution known for its vegetarian-friendly menu that is a popular hangout for bike messengers, dirty hippies, social outcasts and other assorted folks. It's a nice neighborhood joint to grab a beer and some grub on a weekend afternoon. My past experiences have been fine - although the service has always been noticeably slow.
Unfortunately, today's experience will likely be my last.
Upon arrival, we grabbed a seat in the sparsely populated dining room. Eventually, the waitress arrived with menus. Our initial order of coffee arrived a few minutes later. I ordered a BBQ saiten sandwich. Mrs. Johnny ordered a grilled cheese sandwich. A full 45 minutes elapsed before we received our meals?!
The BBQ saiten sandwich consisted of a heaping pile of sloppy, unseasoned seitan served between a large ciabatta roll. After adding salt, pepper and hot sauce, the sandwich actually wasn't too bad. I'm not quite sure how it took 45 minutes to prepare, but it satisfied my hunger. The problem I have with most vegetarian meals that attempt to replicate a similar meat-based dish is how inferior they often are. The entire time I was eating this sandwich, I couldn't help but think how much better it would taste if were actual pulled pork instead. My side dishes included french fries and macaroni and cheese. The fries, while good, were of the shoestring variety. I prefer mine cut thicker - a personal preference.
The real problem was with my wife's grilled cheese sandwich - which also came with two sides. Although she ordered garlic mashed potatoes and greens, she received macaroni and cheese instead of the potatoes. Not a big deal - until we brought it to the attention of our server. "Just so you know, the sandwich normally comes with cole slaw plus another side. Substitutions are not usually allowed. The waitress who took your order is new and didn't know", she replied. "That's probably why the kitchen was confused", she added.
So this is now somehow our fault? It still doesn't explain how my wife received the wrong order - which didn't include the "normal" cole slaw side the waitress mentioned.
Eventually, the waitress did bring out the correct side - after mentioning again, "For future reference, you get cole slaw and another side with your sandwich - just so you know."
After our scolding, we quickly finished our meal and left.
Something I learned long ago is never to approach fire with gasoline. Our waitress could certainly benefit from these words of wisdom.