dinner in the deli?
Im home in bed with all my body parts that is all that can be said for now
When D picked me up from my mum we had some time to kill before we had to drop something off at a friends so we went to a Faux Jewish deli we like. Its 4 so the place is almost empty.
it started with it taking a long while to get someone to come over to the table I ask for hot tea and get the whole song and dance of tea when all I want is a cup of tea not weeds.
Next I go to order my favorite a goyisha (has mayo) Corned beef on rye
"we are out of Corned Beef, I hope some comes in before my shift is over"
"Your a jewish deli how can you be out of corned beef? and pastrami isnt the same"
"we are out of that too"
"should I ask about the brisket"
"no"
(this is starting to sound like a movie)
"Ok roast beef we good with that" she nods so I go on "on whole wheat with tomato and mayo, umm and I would like some half sour pickles since they only brought sour ones to the table please"
she writes it down takes Ds order for a Carnivore burger and we wait
about 5 mins later she comes back with a second dish of sour pickles, "we are out of half sour". I am almost laughing at this point wondering if it set up
about 15-20 mins later a different waitress plops down a sandwich, now its not mine, and Ds dinner is no where.
"this isnt what I ordered"
"ohhh" and a vacent stare
"could I get what I ordered roast beef on whole wheat"
"ummm I could take it back and they could fix it"
"that would be a good idea and where is his?"
"I dont know"
another 15 mins go by my sandwich is still gone his burger is gone
after a few more of these brain dead interactions telling us it would be a few more mints I ask "WHy is this taking so long"
"well his burger has a lot of meat on it"
By now D is starting to get that rock back and forth ever so subtley thing going on he says "its a normal 10 oz burger with toppings, are you slaughtering each thing in turn in there?"
The little girl runs away
and a differnt one brings my sandwich
I tell them to wrap it to go and bring me the check were are leaving
D is starting to rant about "what could possabley take this long? even if they had to kosher every thing from scratch" and approaching VERY LOUD VOICE, I send him to the car
As D was storming out The manager tried asking "How was everything?"
"Dont man, just dont" was all D got out before reaching the door. And not getting near the chirpy skinny man with no seance of self preservation
I go to pay and at least they comp the teas we drank, and at that point I hear the manager who has now looked at the ticket, and proceades in reaming the kitchen on how could it take over hour to make a burger?
I didnt stay to see the rest.
I still dont have a sandwich
When D picked me up from my mum we had some time to kill before we had to drop something off at a friends so we went to a Faux Jewish deli we like. Its 4 so the place is almost empty.
it started with it taking a long while to get someone to come over to the table I ask for hot tea and get the whole song and dance of tea when all I want is a cup of tea not weeds.
Next I go to order my favorite a goyisha (has mayo) Corned beef on rye
"we are out of Corned Beef, I hope some comes in before my shift is over"
"Your a jewish deli how can you be out of corned beef? and pastrami isnt the same"
"we are out of that too"
"should I ask about the brisket"
"no"
(this is starting to sound like a movie)
"Ok roast beef we good with that" she nods so I go on "on whole wheat with tomato and mayo, umm and I would like some half sour pickles since they only brought sour ones to the table please"
she writes it down takes Ds order for a Carnivore burger and we wait
about 5 mins later she comes back with a second dish of sour pickles, "we are out of half sour". I am almost laughing at this point wondering if it set up
about 15-20 mins later a different waitress plops down a sandwich, now its not mine, and Ds dinner is no where.
"this isnt what I ordered"
"ohhh" and a vacent stare
"could I get what I ordered roast beef on whole wheat"
"ummm I could take it back and they could fix it"
"that would be a good idea and where is his?"
"I dont know"
another 15 mins go by my sandwich is still gone his burger is gone
after a few more of these brain dead interactions telling us it would be a few more mints I ask "WHy is this taking so long"
"well his burger has a lot of meat on it"
By now D is starting to get that rock back and forth ever so subtley thing going on he says "its a normal 10 oz burger with toppings, are you slaughtering each thing in turn in there?"
The little girl runs away
and a differnt one brings my sandwich
I tell them to wrap it to go and bring me the check were are leaving
D is starting to rant about "what could possabley take this long? even if they had to kosher every thing from scratch" and approaching VERY LOUD VOICE, I send him to the car
As D was storming out The manager tried asking "How was everything?"
"Dont man, just dont" was all D got out before reaching the door. And not getting near the chirpy skinny man with no seance of self preservation
I go to pay and at least they comp the teas we drank, and at that point I hear the manager who has now looked at the ticket, and proceades in reaming the kitchen on how could it take over hour to make a burger?
I didnt stay to see the rest.
I still dont have a sandwich