Lunch At Gin Sushi (AKA An Idiot Waitress)
Quick-hitters:
- You know you need a haircut when nearly your entire family rags on the mess on your head that is your hair.
I guess I better get my haircut tomorrow :P.
- I love going back to MPK, even if it’s a last-minute thing.
Why? Food, naturally. My aunt gave me two fresh cornish game hens and my mom sent me packing with some excess stuff from her fridge: a ton of string cheese, and some sauce.
More on the visit home to come.
- Current rebate-o-meter: $1,100! Will I get down to triple figures by the end of the week?
I’ll lay 2:1 odds to anyone willing to take that bet 
- So we went home on Sunday because it is my cousin’s b-day on Monday (Happy Birthday!). We decided to go to Gin Sushi on Colorado Blvd and Lotus (St?) in Pasadena. Gin Sushi is decent, cheap, average, cheap Japanese food, if you haven’t been there before.
It took a while for our waitress to take our orders, though that was partially our fault. We spent so much time talking that I don’t think anyone really knew what they were going to order until the waitress came by. For some reason, though, she didn’t take our orders in an organized fashion; you would think that a waiter would start at one corner, and work his/her way down one row, and then finish the other row in a similar fashion. Our waitress decided to start somewhere in the middle, and she ended up taking my order last.
(That last line is very important, as you will see.)
It took about fifteen minutes before the first plates of food came out. A few minutes later, people started getting their meals; apparently almost everybody ordered the two-item combination lunch special, which comes with rice, salad, and your choice of two dishes. Soon after, I noticed that myself and the b-day girl were the only two people that didn’t have food in front of them.
(I found out later that her appetizer was, in fact, her actual meal.)
When the waitress came back to the table—a full half-hour or so after we ordered our food—we pointed out that I had yet to get my food. She came back a few minutes later, showing me her little notepad, pointing out that she had written down my order last and marked it off, signifying that she delivered my food already!
(That’s fine and dandy, but that didn’t change the fact that I did not get my food!)
Knowing full well that only nine plates were delivered, I retorted, “Count the dishes!” As soon as the words came out of my mouth, I felt kinda bad, thinking it was just a mix up in the back.
Apparently she thought we were cheating her or something, because someone at our table (I forget who) thought s/he saw the waitress insist (to a chef, maybe?) that she did, in fact, deliver the tenth plate! I immediately felt no longer sorry for the girl, and we started cracking jokes over what I allegedly did with the missing plate. Apparently, I either hid the plate under the table, or I hid it in the bathroom to scam them out of more food.
It took a bit of prodding (ok, two of my cousins yelled at the waitress, “His food should be free!”), but they eventually agreed to give me my meal for free. At that point, I just wanted to get the heck out of there, so minutes after my food actually came, I asked for a to-go box.
Something tells me the next time I’m there (if there is a next time), I’m going to get special sauce with my tempura.
Until next time!
I notice your emphasis on cheap:
Maybe she was trying to observe proper order-taking etiquette. I.e., women first in order of age, then men in order of age. But given your account of subsequent ineptitude, maybe not.
So how much food were you able to steal? That “hide the plate” trick is pretty clever.
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Hank,
I’ve been told that hiding your “missing” food under the tablecloth works wonders too