Ok, so bottomless mimosa’s for brunch are never a good idea.
Alcohol tends to bring out the asshole in some people.
But what do you do if the asshole is already out?
Then it shifts into something vicious to behold.
You realize about halfway during brunch that, if the waitress were to mutter the word “Dick” under her breath as she walks away from your table, it will make your morning.
This may sound mean and I really don’t think I can argue that one with you.
Its not like I start out on the moral high ground or anything.
To quote Robin Williams, “I fucked my way to the middle and screwed my way down.”
And while I am a big advocate of embracing the asshole within, I can get to a place that even I am sick of myself.
The first step on the road to recovery may be to stop seeing others as playthings to be manipulated for my own amusement.
Have you ever noticed that they are putting cranberries in pretty much everything now?
It used to just be juices, now its drinks, baked goods, seasonings.
Well, crab is now the cranberry of seafood.
I counted it up, and of the 65 food items on the restaurant menu, crab was in 40 of them.
Top sirloin sliders sounded good, until I noticed there was crab mixed in.
Is nothing sacred?
And, of a party of 8 people, 6 had crab in their entree.
This makes me suspect some sort of plot with crab at the middle. (Perhaps the Mason’s?)
In the end, I found the food at the restaurant rather bland and seemingly low end. (Mine was cold, and trust me, you have not heard bitching until you serving me cold Breakfast Wellington. (Like Beef Wellington but with eggs and ham.))
This is one of the reasons that I seldom try new eating establishments.
There is always the chance they will pooch it and then I am stuck with an unpleasant memory.
You would think it was not a big deal, but it is.
I mean, you eat 3 meals a day, 365 days a year. Thats over a 1000 meals every year, surely one bad meal is no biggie?
The point of this entire whiny rant is that, a restaurant that charges over $20 a head should have their shit together.
That being said, the company was spectacular and funny and included a few people I have not seen much lately and have missed.
Which led to the waitress getting a decent tip.
I was not able to goad her into calling me names, but she did instruct the water busboy to “Just ignore him.”
(Don’t ask me why, but a woman throwing a smack at me publicly is oddly endearing.)