1/5 Michelle K. 5 months ago on Google
What
a
disappointment.
I
was
here
last
night
with
a
party
of
8
to
celebrate
a
friend’s
birthday.
They
served
me
the
wrong
meal,
although
I
didn’t
realize
it
because
I
didn’t
know
what
my
correct
meal
was
supposed
to
look
like,
except
that
I
substituted
vegetables
instead
of
pasta.
The
meal
they
gave
me
had
pasta
and
I
assumed
they
didn’t
make
the
substitution,
as
that
has
happened
before
at
other
restaurants.
I
began
to
eat
it
and
then
they
brought
out
my
correct
meal.
Turns
out
they’d
served
me
my
friend’s
dinner
by
mistake.
My
date
told
the
waiter
he
would
pay
for
the
second
meal
(the
more
expensive
one
which
they’d
brought
late)
and
to
please
box
it
up
for
me
to
take
home.
The
waiter
said
ok
and
boxed
it
up.
My
date
had
leftover
food
which
he’d
had
boxed
up.
My
friend
received
her
meal,
the
same
dish
(bracciole)
they
gave
me
and
we
both
agreed
it
was
fairly
tasteless.
The
meat
was
very
tender
but
tiny
and
the
sauce
tasted
like
bland
tomato
paste.
Nothing
special
and
certainly
not
worth
$33.
The
birthday
boy’s
girlfriend
arrived
early
with
a
cake.
She
wanted
them
to
bring
the
cake
out
whole
so
we
could
sing
happy
birthday
and
see
the
cake.
Instead,
they
cut
the
cake
into
pieces
and
served
us
the
slices
of
cake.
At
the
end,
they
brought
my
date
the
check.
They’d
charged
for
both
meals,
the
bracciole
I
didn’t
want
or
like,
and
the
osso
bucco
which
had
been
boxed
up.
My
date
told
the
waiter
he
wasn’t
paying
for
the
meal
served
me
in
error.
The
waiter
said,
“But
she
ate
it.”
We
said
I
ate
it
because
I
didn’t
know
something
different
was
coming
and
it’s
not
my
fault
you
served
me
the
wrong
meal.
It
took
conversations
with
three
people
to
fix
the
check.
They
took
the
osso
bucco
off
the
bill
and
he
paid
for
the
bracciole.
They
wanted
me
to
return
the
osso
bucco.
I
grabbed
the
plastic
bag
of
food
in
front
of
me
and
handed
it
to
him.
The
waiter
came
out
later
and
accused
me
of
trying
to
steal
the
osso
bucco
because
I’d
handed
him
my
date’s
leftover
eggplant
by
mistake.
I
realized
I’d
put
the
osso
bucco
under
the
table
because
the
table
was
packed
full
and
there
was
no
room
for
it.
I
handed
him
the
osso
bucco
and
said
it
was
an
accident.
The
waiter
kept
insisting
I
did
it
intentionally.
My
date
said,
“You
made
a
mistake.
We
made
a
mistake.”
Let
me
tell
you,
that
server
was
a
few
cards
short
of
a
full
deck.
The
only
good
thing
was
the
location-atmosphere
because
we
sat
outside
and
had
a
front
row
seat
for
the
holiday
parade
—
no
thanks
to
the
restaurant
itself.
We
agreed
we
would
not
come
back
to
Cafe
Amici,
and
the
bill
for
our
table
alone
must
have
been
well
over
$400.
In
a
world
full
of
competition
and
choices,
clearly
Cafe
Amici
couldn’t
care
less
about
repeat
business.