Bits and pieces from the astoundingly normal life of Paul Carlisle Kletchka

Tonight, on a whim, we headed out to our favorite Indian restaurant, India Pavilion, with our friends the Howells.  We eat at IP on a fairly regular basis, mainly taking advantage of their lunch buffet (soooo nummy).  But when we go for dinner, we go knowing that the food will be tasty and the service will be top-notch.

So, it was a total surprise to walk in and find that I didn’t recognize any of the staff working this evening.  It was an even bigger surprise when, after waiting for almost 45 minutes, we had to flag down a server to place our order.  And we were totally floored when it took another 45 minutes for the main course to arrive at our table.  45 minutes after that, we had to request our desserts be served in take-out containers so we could get our respective dead-tired children home and put them to bed.
I’m still dumbfounded by just how awful the experience was.  The food was indeed tasty, but I think we all put up with the horrible service only because it was so out-of-the-ordinary for IP.  Had that been our first time there, we would certainly never go back.  As it was, I was sorely tempted to do something I have only done once before in my life:  Write “don’t play in traffic” on the tip line of the receipt.

Sorry.  I just had to get that off my chest…

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