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From: [an eater]
Date: Friday, December 5, 2008
To: eater complaints dept.
Subject: Bizarre Service and Delays at No. 7
My two lady friends and I had the pleasure of a grand entrance to No. 7 after a flick at BAM last Saturday night, around 9:30 PM. Our hostess, most likely a native of the area and with a lovely, childlike demeanor informed us that our wait would only be 50 minutes, however, what ensued after our first interaction with her is a tale of "don't" in this cutthroat service-oriented industry. Some quotes:
-Manager said something about local veal and how they treat it like sh*it, "at least its local," he said.
-The manager, after asking about the Apollo wheat beer which wasn't as light-bodied as used to, with a wince, "All Sixpoint beers are extremely hoppy!"
-The hostess: "Your table has been dining for 3.5 hours and I cannot tell them to get up and leave. They are sitting there with the check and I think they are just drunk."
-The hostess: "Can I squeeze the 3 of you at a 2-top?"
-The hostess (10 mins later): "Um, I was going to squeeze you into a 2-top but I think your table might leave so I am going to sit this 2-top first, is that okay?" (at this point you can image our blank stares)
Oh yeah, and they sat us at 11:25. The lasagna had no pasta in it and was basically gruyere and red sauce. The french fries were awesome. So was the fried brocolli.