There IS Such a Thing as a Free Lunch

Despite Randy being in Nashville visiting his brother, I had a really good weekend in his absence (though I still would have prefered that he was here). On Friday night I had friends over and watched “What’s Up, Doc?”….a classic slap-stick comedy from 1972 with a young-n-sexy Ryan O’neal, a funny-n- pretty Barba Streisand (love the long hair), and a brilliant Madeline Khan, who steals the movie.

On Saturday I planned on venturing into Boston to enjoy the sun and walk around. But in the morning I got a text message from my friend, Pete, asking if I wanted to grab lunch. So I morphed the two things into one: getting lunch, but doing it in Boston. We met at Parish Cafe only to find huge crowds and a long wait list. A stroll down Newbury Street and Boylston Street only brought similar results (“I’m sorry, it’s a 2 and a half hour wait”). Eventually, we found Vox Populi with only a 30 minute wait.

Twenty minutes later we were told it would be another 20 minutes. Finally, we got a seat. I ordered the prix fixes meal of baked chicken stuffed with provalone and asparagus over parmesan risotto and peas. It was actually quite tasty. For dessert it came with custard type dessert with chocolate shavings and whipped cream, however they erroneously delivered an apple tart (they ended up swapping it out and leaving me both desserts).

Pete, on the other hand ordered a salad and burger, but the salad never came. Instead they said she should order dessert and he picked the chocolate bread budding (which the staff said was award winning…it was pretty darn good).

In the end, the waiter left the check. With tip it would have been between $40-$50. But then the waiter took the check, voided out everything, and placed it back on the table. All we ended up paying was the tip.

They couldn’t have done it because of the wait (everybody there was having to wait). And although inconvenient to have a salad forgotten and/or the wrong dessert delivered, they in no way ruined the meal. I would have though they might comp a dessert….but the entire thing? DAMN! The waiter was gay, but I doubt it had anything to do with that, either.

Anyway, we ended up with an inexpensive lunch, then I walked around the city for a while before heading back. I could get used to weekends like this.

1 Comment(s)

  1. Comment by Jeffrey on March 22, 2010 3:44 pm

    You clearly don’t know when you’re being hit on.

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