Here we go, this past Saturday my daughter took my wife and I out for dinner, it was for my wife's birthday. She said her and her boyfriend had been there once before and it was a great, real Italian restaurant, reservations were made. From the outside it looked like a fast-food joint, walk inside and there is a big table where three people were trying to figure who does what and who goes where. There was a table 6 feet from the door and 5 feet from this table where everyone that comes in stands and they led us to this table. I looked at them and they knew I was not going to sit there. They took us to another table and we sat down. I looked at my daughter and ask, this is a Italian restaurant, she said yes, why. There were two people that looked American and the rest were Mexican. The guy shows up, with menus and comes to my side of the table. I can't understand a word he was saying as he passes out the menus. I said nothing. I looked at the menu and couldn't make heads or tails out of it and it had no prices in it. I asked my daughter what she thought was good and she said I should try the black spaghetti, made with black squid ink as a dye. I noticed her boyfriend looking at his phone and asked him what's up. He was Googling the menu because he didn't know what was what. Two of the smartest people I know, my wife and daughter couldn't read this menu. I was not impressed, now I'm pissed. The server went to get our drinks and when he came back I asked him to explain everything on the menu, in detail. My daughter just looked at me and I said, it's either you or him, pick one, I'm sorry this is my first time here and I can't read it well enough to put it together with a food I'd like. He couldn't explain it as well as he should have been able to, but we ordered. The portions were small and the build up to this dinner by the server was as if it was fit for a king. The food tasted like ****, the atmosphere didn't exist and when the bill came he gave it to me, not realizing she was paying. I looked at the bill and looked at my daughter and she said, I got this dad. I reached for my wallet and she said, dad this is on me. I was touched by the gesture, but this was out of control and all I wanted to do was reel this in and get out of there. Get ready, with tip, this dinner was $421.00. I just wanted to beat the **** out of someone. I don't care about the money, it was a play on something that just wasn't there. I said nothing to my daughter, she enjoyed taking us out, but she has to be crazy to think I would go back and be played by these overbearing ******** again. When I got home I looked up the restaurant and it listed the prices for take out. You have got to be kidding me!!! Even with all the math I couldn't get to the figure that was on that bill. I have no idea what happened and you can bet I will never go back for fear of what will happen if we do!!! Screw me once, shame on you, screw me twice, shame on me............. I have no idea how people in their right mind can think that this can continue without a hard stop somewhere along the line.
I didn't mention that Theresa and I had went to the grocery store before we went out for dinner. At the checkout at the grocery store, I said out loud, that I hope the cost keep going up because I will out last the people that voted for this. It's getting unbelievable and I don't know if things will ever be the way they were. Beam me up, Scotty!!!
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