Oct. 3rd, 2008 10:02 pm
The only debate is what booze to drink
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spookyfruit and welcomerain to Viet Bistro on Devon for dinner. The good news is that almost all our old favourites from Pasteur--including e.'s beloved bò lục lặc--have snuck back onto the menu. Spooky had the mackerel, Rain the snapper, I the bouillabaisse, and monshu the clay pot chicken, and we were all well-satisfied. The bad news is that we saw only three other diners the entire time we were there. You might say, "Well, Thursday night and all," but more worrying was the beverage situation. No sooner had we sat down when the waitress informed us that there were no specialty martinis because their mixmaster wasn't there and--even more inexplicable--that there was no soda because they were out of CO2. How do you run out of carbonation? What's your possible excuse for not having something that's available in every fast food restaurant everywhere all the time? Worse, the wine list was a shambles. The waitress warned monshu that they were "redoing it" and many things were unavailable, but she let him attempt to order three different wines before he gave up and had her recommend a mediocre white. In short, if you really want to taste their Saigonese duck one more time, don't put it off too long; else you might recreate Spooky's experience of arriving at Pasteur only to find it boarded up.
I'd love to share some of the conversation, but you know Spooky's rule: If you weren't there, then too bad. At least it was about everything but our house and health problems, which was a refreshing change. It wasn't necessary our aim to dodge the debate, but we were all pretty content to forget it was happening. It wouldn't be forgotten, however, though at least it was confined to the next room. Our waitress apologised, but a clutch of college students had arrived with bingo cards printed off of this site. As of the time we left, no one was less than two away from winning and the atmosphere could be politely described as more muted than festive. Better they should've picked a drinking game, I say! But perhaps they weren't all in the mood for screwdrivers.
spookyfruit and welcomerain to Viet Bistro on Devon for dinner. The good news is that almost all our old favourites from Pasteur--including e.'s beloved bò lục lặc--have snuck back onto the menu. Spooky had the mackerel, Rain the snapper, I the bouillabaisse, and monshu the clay pot chicken, and we were all well-satisfied. The bad news is that we saw only three other diners the entire time we were there. You might say, "Well, Thursday night and all," but more worrying was the beverage situation. No sooner had we sat down when the waitress informed us that there were no specialty martinis because their mixmaster wasn't there and--even more inexplicable--that there was no soda because they were out of CO2. How do you run out of carbonation? What's your possible excuse for not having something that's available in every fast food restaurant everywhere all the time? Worse, the wine list was a shambles. The waitress warned monshu that they were "redoing it" and many things were unavailable, but she let him attempt to order three different wines before he gave up and had her recommend a mediocre white. In short, if you really want to taste their Saigonese duck one more time, don't put it off too long; else you might recreate Spooky's experience of arriving at Pasteur only to find it boarded up.I'd love to share some of the conversation, but you know Spooky's rule: If you weren't there, then too bad. At least it was about everything but our house and health problems, which was a refreshing change. It wasn't necessary our aim to dodge the debate, but we were all pretty content to forget it was happening. It wouldn't be forgotten, however, though at least it was confined to the next room. Our waitress apologised, but a clutch of college students had arrived with bingo cards printed off of this site. As of the time we left, no one was less than two away from winning and the atmosphere could be politely described as more muted than festive. Better they should've picked a drinking game, I say! But perhaps they weren't all in the mood for screwdrivers.
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