Tuesday, July 5, 2011

Do NOT eat at the Upstairs Cafe

Brett was already seated when I came in, but even as I approached our table, I read his nonverbal cues that I should run out while I still could. Unfortunately, my curiosity made me sit down. Where to begin...
-- the music was way too loud
-- all the food was hard, like plastic, even Brett's spaghetti-- how do you mess up spaghetti?
-- when Brett asked for a fresher order, they brought him sliced pickles covered in cheese-- without a plate
-- I did receive the corn I ordered, but it was in an unopened can, plopped down in front of me
-- when I ordered a doughnut, the chef told me to get my own doughnut
-- the waitress took our order sitting on our table while the chef crawled under our table to retrieve some dropped food
-- the chef squirted mustard all over our utensils, and then when we asked for new ones, the chef and waitress proceeded to lick them clean and then give them back to us

BUT, they do offer free flu shots and storytime at the end of each meal, so I suppose that counts for something. Actually, we'll probably go back again, and again, and again.


amy said...

okay, must confess, it took me a minute to figure this out. at first, i was horrified. next, she is making this up. then, i thought, "liz wouldn't lie to me. this must have really happened." after re-reading, it all came together. lovely. wish i lived close enough to eat there too.

Elizabeth Dark Wiley said...

amy, thank you for the confession. I love that I had you "horrified" for a slight moment. And you know you're welcome to the upstairs cafe anytime, my treat. Though, I'm sure you have a similar restaurant fairly close to where you live.