03/18/07 - Dinner

We arrived at about 7:30, and left at 9:30. Two hours. This was a debacle. It was the 9/11 of dinners. Rebecca and I get there, Allison and Scott are arguing about a bike lock or something. And we wait for 15 or 20 minutes for the table. We get seated, probably around 8-ish nothing out of the ordinary so far. Order, everything's still cool. But once 8:45 rolls around, we start to wonder 'didn't we order food?' Yeah, we did order food, that's right. We got the salad and breadsticks we ordered, but beyond that we were left to stare longingly at other tables' bountiful pizzas. Kristin was also supposed to get a salad, but she never did.

At 8:56 the waitress comes to us and proudly declares "I heard you should have you food in 4 minutes!" I tell her I'm timing her - not joking. Fifteen minutes later no food. Seventeen minutes later, the food starts to trickle out. First it's Rebecca's baked eggplant thing. Looked like mush. Then it's Alex's slices. Then everyone elses. Lost in all of this are my slices. "Don't worry, they're coming," the waitress tells me. They don't come. She comes back with one slice and says my meal is free. She asks what my other slice was, Sausage. A different waitress comes back with the wrong slice, that I think someone takes quickly. I'm still left with one slice. Eventually my slice comes.

As I'm trying to finish up and get the hell out of there, someone is trying Rebecca's Eggplant Bake and extracts a sizable piece of parchment paper. WTFWTFWTFW FA:SLKJDHALJHWTF IS GOING ON HERE. I can't believe this. This is the worst experience ever. The whole meal is free and we leave. Absurd. Ridiculous. Unfathomable. Ludicrous. Amazing. Retarded. Confounding (yes, confounding). etc etc etc.

The love affair with Telegraph Lanesplitters is over. We even knew two people in the kitchen! One came out and talked to us and we asked if it was busy that night and he said 'no not really.' What? Seriously? Then why did it take so long? At least lie to us to make us feel better. As Allison said, this place has become too cool. A meeting place for mongrels.