The second time we ate there, we both ordered soup and a sandwich. Justin's soup came about 15 minutes before mine. They just set it down and walked away. Then we waited and waited. Soup isn't the kind of thing you can leave sit for awhile so he had to eat it in front of me. Which I didn't care about. This isn't our first date for chrissakes. What cracked me up about it is that we ordered the same soup. And I'm a woman (I didn't say a lady). In the states, they'd probably would've given me the soup first.
The next two times we waited forever for our food. I mean like 25 minutes. And we were the only people in there. I don't get these people. And when they bring the food, it's never consistent. Sometimes you get soup first, sometimes the sandwich, sometimes both at the same time. Silly me for assuming that because they hand you menus and then stand and wait while you order your food, that the place would be otherwise speedy.
Last night, we both got our soup. Which I didn't really want to eat, as I watched them bring it out, sit it down on the counter, stare at it, take it back to the kitchen, and then out to us. Then the hubs got his sandwich. And I got nothing. For 20 minutes. I watched servers speedily running out all kinds of food to other tables that had come in after us. Finally Justin asked about my tuna sandwich. The waitress acts all surprised. "Tuna sandwich." YES. TUNA SANDWICH. Then she leaves. 10 minutes later she comes back and says, "Tuna sandwich will be one moment. " Which turned into another almost 10 minutes of moments. Since these people don't really speak my language, I can't do much in the way of communicating the "What the hell is wrong with you people here" sentiments I was having. So I just glared.
We get up to leave and the're all, "Thank you! Come again!" And normally I'd be like, "Oh screw you. I'm not ever dealing with this shit again." But who am I kidding? They have my carrot in a city otherwise filled with food that makes me want to barf. I'm sure we'll be back again tomorrow.