Date Night: the dirty

(the alarm KEPT going after this video, for forever!)

A lot of shit went wrong. As evidenced by the second half of this clip, the fire alarm went off just as we were finishing our mains (we bounced before dessert we were so turned off by the everything) and my shrimp diane was not spicy at all the guy so did not remember to put that recommendation in. Sometimes my friendly banter is too disarming, they have no idea that I am a food critic (life critic) and they do it wrong, even when I say the last time we were here (diff location) they messed up his steak and gave a voucher blabbity blah aka WE ARE COMPLAINERS. New custies sat down beside us and got three appetizers before we got our caesar salads, which were disgusting by the way. Globs of garlic/anchovy paste not mixed in and he said yes they were supposed to be like that and he said they didn’t have bacon as in, why the hell should there be bacon on this (uh I have pics of other caesar salads with a huge piece of pancetta on it dillhole don’t LIE to me). To take our order period we waited longer than necessary. If this was Hell’s Kitchen, chef Ramsay would throw you through the window on to Dundas Square. I didn’t bother to ask for spice again or for anything, fully defeated by the service and of course we turned on one another as is our specialty and fought. Date night was HORRIBLE! Other Milestone’s locations are not like this experience ever, it is fully the neighbourhood, ok no, half neighbourhood and half employees. Traveling across town my first night out after being sick inside for days, yes I was looking forward to this. I am a simpleton! This is all I have! Eating and talking about stupid shit, going home watching tv and passing out. We go to a place like this because they delight in acquiescing to the average whiny needy suburban baby, ie. me. I know this, so I go there. I go ironically and I do feel bad about myself for handing over my money to the big corporations because that’s one less for the little guy but whatever WHEN I go I expect Buckingham Palace service, yeah I can lighten up and cut slack and I do trust me but that ONE tiny step over the line too far based on the extra slack I cut you, if you fuck that up, that’s the final straw like your dad driving to the cottage giving the FINAL CHANCE tone of voice when you and Shawn are pinching and kicking each other in the backseat jajaja.

Ok Where was I. So the salad, which we were so fungry we just started annihilating despite everything about it being wrong, it was over-dressed too. I think of Corey Mintz in these instances all the time and it gives me the confidence to continue continuing. But we said nothing and did nothing. Only went there because I had a gift card at Forever 21 to burn which is across the street. It’s very Canadian of me to take the blame for this restaurant’s mistake, say nothing and then write in detail about it. One could call me a coward but no, I have had so many restaurant show-downs before for my lifetime it’s alright. Nothing will happen after this post goes up, if we complained there we’d get another phony quality control disgruntled manager over with a voucher for a later date that we could and would never use, yeah something would be comped. We just wanted to leave so we could grieve. I got so steamed because of our past SJ’s experience, they asked me to make a formal complaint about that incident, I did and no follow-up. I guess they took it as a wash (dodgeball term) because she was cuckoo-kajoo.

There needs to be restaurants for people like me. People who eat once a day, arrive and haven’t spoken a word all day long, the music better not be too loud or offensive, all tables should be facing the room equally so you can have a proper people watching vantage point while pretending to listen to your date. Which reminds me about the table they reserved for us “by the window” more like “by the cadillac fairview inner workings of industrial billboard sign gears and grey painted metal” what the f is this?? I looked at our hostess and said NO. Then I collapsed on to her a little because I was starving. Not fully but, those pointy boots are tricky ones.

I look especially bitchy here.

I mean I could have posted the photos and said nothing but then you wouldn’t have something to read over your lunch. Mmm lunch what did you eat today? I have to go shower. Now!

The view was worth it.

I think Syrah (or any red) has the same effect on us as whiskey, on me at least it does or maybe cos it was my first booze in a few days. I had gin blossoms.

I think I just need to get a little gold badge that says DIVA on it.

Yackity yack don’t talk back! BYE!