How to make my wife and me walk out of a restaurant for the first time in our lives:
1: Forget that you seated us. We certainly were not lost in the crowd, as there were several empty tables. We are, I guess, pretty bland.
2: Walk around talking to friends sitting at other tables while continuing to ignore us.
3: Bring aforementioned friends their OJ or coffee (this was breakfast; people
really want their coffee....) before us, even though we were seated before they arrived.
4: When I finally get your attention,
tell me to wait, that you are going to circle the room in a set pattern and will get to us. Presumably as an afterthought when the important people have been served.
That was when we left. No names, but we were bitchn about the experience all the way down Roscoe. We are not likely to return soon, even though we have been there several times and liked it OK.
The nice part was, this left us even more hungry, so we decided to chance a place we had passed on the way there, where we had never been, called El Tinajon.
Very pleasant. Good food, nice people, decent coffee, strange Guatemalan oatmeal on the house, and classical music being played on marimbas. You haven't heard Grieg until you've heard him on marimba.
Cheaper, too.
We were pleased enough that we gave the approximate difference in the checks as extra tip.
So now our new standard go-to place on Roscoe is El Tinajon.