I'm Ready to Stick a Chopstick in My Eye (Deep Sushi -- update)
The title is a direct quote from Jon this evening. We decided to get some sushi at Deep. What a fucking mistake.
There were three of us. We arrived, with reservation, at 7:30. We ordered by 7:40. Our first pieces of food (edamame and miso soup) arrived at EIGHT FUCKING THIRTY.
There was only one server. And two sushi chefs. They would bring us one thing, and then it would be twenty minutes before the next thing would come. It was RIDICULOUS.
I've had bad service there before, such as when my dining companion was served her entire order before any of mine came when I was clearly on the verge of dying from low blood sugar. I think they finally brought my food when I passed out on their floor. They are just so fucking clueless there.
Their fish is good, but their service just sucks balls. I just can't ignore it any longer. SUCK SUCK SUCK.
This was not "pacing" by any means. This was just bad service and worse management. All three of us went from patient (and even sympathetic to the lone server) to annoyed to irate.
The kicker was when part of our order finally did come, missing the quail egg that presumably makes the roll as expensive as it is. Grrrrr...
It was so awful, and we were so helpless, that I honestly began to understand what drives monkeys to throw feces when they are irritated. I was on the verge of ripping off my sandal and hurling it myself.
I hate writing this because I love, no, ADORE servers and have more respect for what they do than almost any other profession. But this was just too awful to ignore.
I hate it when my tricks are bad. It just leaves me feeling dirty and regretful.
Did I mention that it sucked?
"To eat is a necessity. To eat intelligently is an art."