Anal Restaurant
We’ve gone to only a few dining establishments (I wouldn’t go to the “dinning” place, and lo and behold - it’s out of business - I guess when you can’t even spell what you’re trying to sell, not even the Cruzans will partake of your “delights”) recently, and the food has been wonderful at all of them. The service has also been exquisite, but there’s a fine line between excellent service and anality, which makes me very uncomfortable.
I’m pretty much done reviewing places and naming names for the time being, but one restaurant in particular that we had dinner at pretty much drove me right out of there with the “exquisite service”. I could hardly put a piece of silverware down to talk to Michael without someone swooping in and asking if I was done with it.
The bread basket, a comfortable fixture on a dining table, in my humble opinion, was almost whisked away on a couple of occasions before we finally succumbed to the pressure to let them have it back. The table was so inappropriately stark between courses, that I felt I was finished with my meal before we had even begun. The servers had apparently been trained to make sure there was nothing food-like on the table if no one actually had food in their mouths. Très gauche!
We were taking a break before finishing our entrée. We were actually deep in conversation, when the busser attempted to take our last plate away. Mine had already been briskly removed from my vicinity as soon as the last bite approached my lips. The olympics were on TV in the lounge, and I felt as though the staff were in some sort of competition to move us out in a certain amount of time. This is unfortunate, too, because the place was not busy at all, and we probably would have spent more money on dessert and coffee if I wouldn’t have been made to feel so rushed.
When the server came to get our last empty plate, she asked if there was anything else, to which I could only reply. Our check please, and quickly! Maybe we made the Guinness Book or some sort of “Fast Fine Fare Fight” competition. I hope they get some sort of award, but it won’t be coming from me!

August 17th, 2008 at 6:35 am
I love a wait staff that “just knows” and doesn’t ask questions and lets you enjoy a long leisurely uninterrupted dining experience. Before you know it you are being introduced to wonderful after dinner treats and coffee.
I thought this was going to be another Duggan’s review. Next time you’re there; try throwing a bucket of water on that woman for me. I bet she’ll start melting all the while screaming, “What a world! What a world!”
August 17th, 2008 at 8:08 am
Unfortunately, or maybe fortunately, we don’t know who “that woman” is, we usually have decent service at Duggan’s. Sorry we can’t help you out on this one.