Fine Dining?

She said: This picture sums up our experiences with the restaurant industry. Every place we went besides the Bed and Breakfast messed something up. It provided for some good laughs though, at least one of us laughed.

He said: After an arduous journey and Sarah's trembling legs could go no further, we finally stumbled upon what one would think was an oasis...Borellos, one would be wrong.

Upon entering this establishment we had the highest of hopes (as it was one of two places which did not appear to have bar in the title). The entrance seemed normal enough, a bar and two options we were give. Would we like to be seated down stairs or up? After a questioning glance was exchanged, the boss responded with a tentative upstairs. This fateful decision turned out to be the beginnings of our interesting dining experience.

Climbing the creaky wooden stairs our eyes fell upon outdated wood paneling that had been far out of style - 20 years ago. Had that been the only problem, there would have been no tale of woe. The next thing I beheld was the nasty colored green carpet, the type of green that one would see on a garishly colored Christmas sweater that some long lost relative refuses to faze from their holiday attire. But wait, it appears that dear little Hansel walked this way; we see quite the impressive trail, or shall we say path strewn upon the floor. Not to be out done, it appears Gretel was snacking at the table which we were seated, as this too had crumbs aplenty.

As we were trying to take this all in, our server giggled "this is my first night", this could not bode well.....

After eventually getting settled and taking our order, we got our appetizer - fried pickles. The pickles were decent, and we ate most of them. When our teeny bopper server returned she decided to be very aggressive and take both the plate and the ramkin that held the tartar sauce. This task proved to be much too daunting. As can be seen I was the victim of this debacle.

After further consideration, the smell of the napkins I was brought to clean my shirt and shorts appears to have been that of napkins that are constantly rinsed off with water and never actually washed. I knew there was something strange with the smell of the napkins cleaning off the tartar sauce. It was odd to me that my shirt smelled much worse post cleaning. This picture was taken near the end of the meal... NO, she did not clean up the spill the entire time we were there. We were able to fully enjoy the ambiance the entire time.

To complete the lovely night our server failed to adjust the Boss's order (which we had changed to two sides, instead of the comparable meal that was more expensive). There was no renumeration for the incident and $40 dollars later and a stinky walk home, I'd decided that we may not frequent this fine establishment again.....