Furthermore, the waitress didn't bother delivering these carby morsels until after orders had been placed - an aspect of the meal that differed from my distant, yet still prominent, memory.
My favourite fangirl and I had begun to engage in conversation as we began perusing the menu - which, may I add, had failed to be wiped down after each splatter; our intentions to proceed at a leisurely pace were obvious, yet we were repeatedly asked about order placements at intervals of five minutes or less. Incompetent analytical skills were first detected at this point.
The first course was Soup, entitling customers to the standard Clam Chowder, or Lobster Bisque at an additional $2.99; the final element was Dessert, which included a Triple-Chocolate Brownie a la Mode or, at $2.99 extra, an alternative from their Dessert Book. Not only did the server breeze through the fee-laced swaps without a single mention of the supplementary costs, one could perceive a tinge of passive aggressiveness to select the pricier menu options.
Truly, I was not a fan of this sly "strategy".
- Triple Berry Sangria
- 4-Course Feast: Clam Chowder, Fresh Garden Salad (no dressing), Shrimp Linguini Alfredo, Triple Chocolate à la Mode
- 4-Course Feast: Clam Chowder, Fresh Caesar Salad, Fire-Grilled Tilapia, Triple Chocolate à la Mode >
Special mention is owed to sodium control - a factor I fear most when dining out.
By the time our brownie-and-melting-vanilla-ice-cream duo was placed before us, the waitress began urging us to settle the bill. Before she had bothered to clear our entrée plates, three words were served to us - "Together or separate?". She then proceeded to abandon us immediately after payments had been processed, unsurprisingly.