Terra/Mimi's/Panhandlers

I wrote this post about a week ago, the site went down, but not before I saved it. Just not the beginning.

Ergo, this bit is fresh:

This is about what happened when I had yet another blind date with a guy who was in from out of town. I like out of towners because they often wind up being in your pansters. I mean, you know, IF they happen to be hot.

Unfortunately, this guy was the anti-thesis of hot. But he was nice. We had decided to meet at Terra for drinks and apps.

The manager, a slender brunette who DID seem to find my date attractive (yeah, please go ahead, have him-and btw, so did the bartender-also, yes, please, go ahead, with my compliments!) told us that Terra was moving because the landlords had the audacity in "this economy" to raise the rent four thousand dollars a month. Yes, RAISE that. So the total rent would be fourteen thousand dollars a month. Can you imagine? (Well, I can't, it's bad enough I pay 780 for the crappy place that I live in!)
SO they are moving to La Mesa. And not the good part of La Mesa. They are moving to the crappy portion where black teenagers roam the streets freely. Yeah. I'm sorry. Not going into that neighborhood. NOT GOING!

Okay. Go ahead, I know you want to: call me a racist. To be far I also cross the street when I'm about to encounter a bum walking past me. I can't bear to share the same air with those people. Do NOT even get me started on the subject of bums!

In other restaurant news, Mimi's proved to be totally incompetent in that right after serving us, four employees stopped by the table to check on us. Really? Yes. One after the other. Each time they were told we were fine. And yet they kept coming. Idiots. And then, there was nothing. My water glass needed filling, but I had to steal my companions' water, which luckily they weren't drinking, but still. And my steak was lukewarm. As if the plate had been sitting in the window too long.

"Is there anything I can do?"
"Yes, you can go back in time and have the plate delivered the second it appeared in the window," I snapped at the server.

Also, our server went on break and gave us to somebody else, who ignored us, for the most part. It was at that point, the announcement of the changing of the guard that the check was delivered. Tre' tackay!

Over all, Mimi's you get a D minus! Because I'm pissed. If you can't even refill my water glass in a timely manner than you are truly truly a bad restaurant!

I remain,

Hilda Stinson