So in an attempt to do some good old fashion bonding time with our WASSA organization, we all went out for dinner after one of our meetings. Now most places on Tenley campus are good eateries, and most are pretty cheap too, so we figured we'll take a shot and go to a certain restaurant that shall remain nameless and that it would be pretty much the same thing.
Well, it was not. We get there, and not a one of us had the sense to call ahead, so naturally our group of 15 had to split up (understandably) and go to two different tables. As we sat down and looked at the menu, we realized that this place might be little different when we looked at the menu and the prices were pretty steep from the food that was being served there.
But whatever, it won't be that bad, we'll just order, whatever, maybe the food was just really good here. Was the food good there? I don't know, we could have asked the other table that was split from us because they were served before us. But that's not a big deal. But then they were done eating and we still hadn't been served yet. Forty-five minutes later, still nothing. It wasn't until we started complaining and asking to speak with someone (well, not me, definitely let our supervisor fight that battle for me. I just looked innocently from over my water glass) that our food was "on its way."
Ten minutes after that, still no food. No, it wasn't until we looked at each other and the one rebel of our group convinced us to be BAs and just leave. Finally, we all were irritated enough to agree. That is when our food came. Of course.
Was the food worth the wait? Of course not! We did get a discount though, thank you very much for those who spoke my mind for me. At least we were all able to bond over the crummy service and come together against a common enemy. And I learned one place that I will not be returning to.
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