Last night AmyB and I met CJ and Char at Bobino over nordeast Minneapolis�

We sat outside drinking �Grande Margaritas� and talking way too loud about bullshit�things like how Cynthia beats Char with a coat hanger when she misbehaves and how some asshole told AmyB she was perfect except for her giant ass�the girls tried to weasel their way into AmyB�s wedding reception (don�t worry Amy they won�t crash your reception!)�the food was good but a bit pricey so when the food was late and they brought Beef Hanger Steak instead of California White Sea Bass for Amy and Carla things got a little ugly!!

I know you�re thinking it was me. But it wasn�t�It would have been me if we were at The Modern because they have the bitchest wait staff in the entire metro area! I actually enjoy being a bitch to them�once I asked the waitress if we were bothering her because if we were we would gladly leave!! Anyways I digress�I never send anything back or complain about food - I don�t know why - even if it�s undercooked or horrible I don't say anything. Cynthia on the other hand does not have this problem�so when the bill came and not only did they not comp anything but they charged us for an extra drink she was not amused. She and Amy (who I accused of having been Jewish in a previous life�) both wanted to talk to the waiter or manager. Char and I wanted to slide under the table. I felt the urge to bolt from the place altogether.

I totally understand their point but find the whole situation so uncomfortable that�d I rather just pay and go and never visit the place again. I agreed that CJ could talk to the waiter/manager so long as she did it inside and I didn�t have to witness or be apart of it�the next 15 minutes were so painful - people gimmicking about money, the manager apologizing, the waiter explaining he was trying to comp a drink but accidently added one on instead, learning the printer was broken and that�s why the bill took so long to fix�at that point I started thinking, �well you need to comp us something more for this additional fuck-up of the drink and then taking so long to resolve it.�

When we got up to leave I half expected a round of applause from the other patrons as well as the restaurant staff. I don�t think I�ll be going back to Bobino anytime soon�