Monday, March 15, 2010

Hot Wax

Morgan and I spent an evening at the Aveda Institute (having taken advantage of a recent Groupon) where we both got very awesome haircuts.  (If you see me at work tomorrow and think otherwise, please don't tell me.)  I did, however, spend part of the evening looking like an angry clown because of an eyebrow wax.  After dumping about a half a vial of oil on the viciously painful, seared skin above my eyes, it finally calmed down and I am back to looking normal.  (If you see me at work tomorrow and you think otherwise, again, mum's the word.)

I tend to make bad food decisions when I am as hungry and as tired as I was when I we left Aveda tonight.  Mo wanted burgers so we stopped at a place which I am not going to name.  Had an incredibly irritating experience.  Two tables had food almost instantly after ordering and we still had to wait another 20 minutes for our food.  We were literally about two minutes away from walking out when the manager (evidently) brought us our food.  I asked him what was up and he had to go back to the kitchen to find out.  Apparently the kitchen ran out of burgers (?) and no one came to tell us it was going to be a few.  Now Morgan said I can be a bit bitchy when I give restaurants "feedback."   I honestly, honestly wasn't angling for this, but we ended up being comp'd the entire meal.  I don't think that there is anything wrong about letting establishments know about what happens.  Its definitly more truthful and straightforward than coming home and mouthing off at how bad it was on my blog while sending out there a searchable name that could potentially affect someone's business (not that I think I am that important in my little corner of the world, but I don't want to do anyone any harm and I hear it happens.)  (Okay, maybe I named names a couple of times, but I try to make it clear that it is more my preferences that are interferring with the enjoyment of the particular place I've chosen-or was dragged to.)  I don't do this all of the time and I do let servers know when I do have a really great time (which is more often than not.) 

So, as one should in situations such as these I left a very decent tip for the waitress.  Though perhaps she should have told us we would be waiting.  The burgers were hot and shaped...funny.  Mine appeared to have appendages.  That's about all I can say.  They aren't worth going back for, especially in risking a repeat of the evening.  But I am still not telling you where it was.

Burgers always sit in my stomach like a rock.  I don't know why I order them.

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