From: [an eater]
Date: Thursday, May 11, 2006
To: eater complaints dept.
Subject: kashkaval dining nightmare
(to paraphrase the onion) Like Boxes of Shit Under Your Table? Go to Kashkaval!
Last night, my best friend and I went for after-work drinks and fondue at Kashkaval on 9th Avenue and 55th. We've been there about five times and the service has been abysmal every time, but we don't know of anywhere else to get fondue after work. Well, never again. Last night, the following happened: My friend and I were seated in the nearly empty back dining area. We kept noticing a bad smell but couldn't identify it.
It took us 30 minutes to receive our first drinks, even though there were only two other tables with customers and the place wasn't busy. The owner just shuffles around, forgetting that he has customers at all! We spent half an hour waving to get his attention, but he looked right through us. It was infuriating. When we finally got our fondue, it was the wrong cheese and we had to send it back. After a while, we noticed a kitten playing on the floor near the bar. We were admiring it when we realized what the bad smell was:
cat shit. After 20 seconds of looking, we realized that the source of the smell wasTHE CAT'S LITTER BOX which was UNDER OUR SEATS! (They had hidden it under the church-pew-like bench we were sitting on against the wall, but you can't hide a litter box smell.)
For some reason, that reason being because we are SUCKERS, we still paid our bill and tipped 20%, even though the meal should have been comped and we should not have tipped at all. When we pointed out the litter box to the owner, he said that it wouldn't be there the next time we came. Um, yeah, like there's going to be a next time.
Yes, we called the health department.