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A San Francisco Girl's Down and Dirty Adventures in the Culinary Playground

Monday, October 17, 2005

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?

xoxo
Joy

"To eat is a necessity. To eat intelligently is an art."
--La Rochefoucauld

4 Comments:

Anonymous haddock said...

Reminds me of a little song my friend Lila sang to me after seeing one of our local theater companies productions. I asked her how it was, she sang: "Sucked so bad, sucked so bad. Took my money. Sucked so bad."

10/18/2005 10:42 AM  
Blogger Arthur said...

Don't feel too bad about it Joy; it happens to us all. I've felt the same way about 20 times since I've been here in Sydney, where the service at lower/mid-end restaurants is shockingly bad.

P.S. Your La Rochefoucauld quote is freakin awesome - I hope you don't mind if I start saying it to people. :)

10/19/2005 10:27 PM  
Blogger shuna fish lydon said...

Not worth the swallow, eh?

10/20/2005 9:10 PM  
Blogger jennmaer said...

I had more or less the same experience. And the sushi, when it arrived, just didn't cut the mustard. (I was going to say didn't cut the wasabi, but the joke seemed too lame.) Equally overrated with poor service is Deep Sushi in SOMA. Ugh.

10/28/2005 3:57 PM  

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