Tale of Two Tables...

Last night Kelley and I went out and ate. We went to promising, up and coming Italian restaurant. Besides their good food, one of their drawing cards is their bread and dipping oil. Well, for probably the third time, they told us they were out of oil. We were promised if they had more made that they would bring some to our table. It never came. But, one table over...the story was not the same.

A family of four came in, the same waiter served them bread, and gave them the same story of no oil for dipping. The man said to the waiter, "This is the third time in a row we have come and you guys have been out." The waiter said, "I will see what I can do." Well, he comes out with the oil for dipping. Later, he comes out with more bread and another bowl of dipping oil. When their food came out, two waiters served them. The waiters did pretty much everything except wipe their mouth with a napkin. I told Kelley, "Who are these people?" For our table...no oil, no extra bread, We never were even asked if we wanted more bread.

But, anyway...I had a good time alone with Kelley...but bad service. I was perplexed by the difference in service, thus the tale of two tables.