Sometimes it’s better NOT to send food back in a restaurant because you don’t know what kind of person is working there.

We went out to a nice little restaurant where I heard the Chef has trained in France. It was a cozy small restaurant with an interesting menu. I ordered a salad with the house made bread and my husband ordered a panini sandwich with a request to leave off the aioli. I wasn’t sure what the fork was going on in the kitchen. I could see into the semi open kitchen that they had at least two cooks on and seven tickets (dupes) hanging in the window and the food was coming out at a snail pace. I also saw that the majority of the orders were the same salad I ordered and my salad was sitting in the window around a half an hour.

The panini shows up in the window and our waiter notices that the cook ignored the no aioli request and asked my husband if he would eat the panini with aioli.

It seemed like the waiter was hoping my husband would take the forking panini but my husband told the waiter that he won’t eat the panini with aioli on it.

So we wait another half hour or more for a new panini while my salad is getting warm and wilted waiting in the window.

We’ve been waiting in this restaurant well over an hour at lunch time.

The restaurant didn’t even seem that busy with a total of seven tables in there. Well really eight but the eight table walked out because they were waiting too long.

Our meals finally forking arrive my meal comes out without the bread so I asked for the bread again.

I have to say even though my salad was warm and slightly wilted it was an amazingly delicious salad. The salad was very detailed. The creamy shallot dressing on it was so delicious I could drink it and the house smoked salmon was one of the best I ever tried anywhere. It was so fresh and buttery it melted in my mouth. The smoking was done so carefully, just slight to enhance the fish. Even the walnuts on the salad were very complex with flavors. I never tried walnuts that were that delicious before. About halfway through the waiter stops by to drop off stale bread and quickly runs off. He did a forking drop and run.

The panini arrives without aioli this time but I don’t know what the cook that was on inflicted on to the meat in the sandwich as it was unusually dry and drier than dog food jerky it was like the cook inflicted the meat with forking RIGOR MORTIS. My husband was already boiling mad from waiting so long and he just said to me this was a terrible choice for lunch and we are not forking coming here again.

The waiter knows not to ask us how things are and waits till we are forking finished and then offers us dessert on the house for waiting so forking long. (not even knowing about the dry meat in the sandwich)

I picked the house made assorted chocolates for dessert not knowing we’d be waiting another forking half an hour or so.

My husband couldn’t  wait for me to snap the photo and wanted to dig in right away. The chocolates were made of very high quality chocolate and were forking ALMOST to die for.

Sometimes it’s better NOT to send food the fork back in a restaurant. You don’t know what kind of person is working there.