I almost hate to relive this, as a week hasn't made me feel any better. It started with not being able to find parking, ended up parking in a gravel lot behind a dry cleaners, because their lots were "full" and any spaces left were "for hotel guests only". The gravel lot was actually recommended by an employee when I pulled over, walked in, and asked about parking. In fact, he actually said to me, "use the gravel lot behind the dry cleaners,
everyone knows that." Well, everyone but me, I guess. So we did. It smelled like total piss, probably because it's a ******* gravel lot behind a dry cleaners.
Told the host about it, he was a smarmy little bastard whose completely disinterested response was, "hmm, that never happens, that's too bad". Finally got seated after having to wait despite having reservations, they gave us what has to be the worst table in Austin, a little two-seater sandwiched between three huge tables, all filled with large, loud groups. The room, all wood, is like a ******* echo chamber anyway, so the noise was intolerable. When I asked to move, he said we'd have to wait.
Menus came out quickly, and I sensed we were being rushed. The impression I got was, "oh, these kids are in their twenties, won't spend much, so let's get them in and out". They brought the wine list and actually explained how it worked like I was twelve.
We get to looking at menus, and one first course sounds very good, so I ask about it. They're out.
At this point we've had enough. Horrendous traffic getting there, no parking (hello - valet!?), two smarmy employees, a waiter who treated us like juveniles, a horrible, loud table, and they're out of my first choice.
So we downed our two glasses of wine, paid for that, and bailed. Luckily we had a really great dinner elsewhere which mostly saved the evening.
I'll be regifting the gift certificate someone gave me.