Today I decided to eat lunch at Rosario’s with my 4 year old son. I had no idea that it had become quite THE place to be on Friday. Power lunch galore, I was the only woman in my entire section. We were placed in the middle table for all to watch. Lovely. Fingers crossed: Charlie, please don’t lie down on the floor; Charlie please don’t say something rude about someone here; Charlie please keep your hands out of your pants.
What I forgot to wish for was: Waiter, please don’t spill that entire tray of water on me, I have on a white tee and am surrounded by men.
Yes, friends, I wasted all my wishes on my incomprehensibly, just-for-today, well-behaved child. That water was cold, my t-shirt was white and my bra was a push-up.
So, my T let me down, but it did not let down anyone else in my section. Someone brought me a towel. The waiter mumbled an apology and offered me a piece of cake. I told him I didn’t eat dessert. The manager never came by. I was presented with my full check. A man at a neighboring table said he felt that he needed to cover my bill – I’m sure he was conjuring up paying for it with some one dollar bills. I finally asked for the manager, who smiled and said ‘Thank you for bringing this to my attention” and then walked away. I paid and I left. And, I was darn cold walking to my car with my 4 year old son.
Rosario’s tag line is “We’re not your Typical Mexican Restaurant.” Ummmm, as of today, I have the right to interpret that differently than I think they intended.
Strike Rosario’s, on Edgehill, from my list.
FOLLOW-UP: Rosario’s closed, for good, the following Monday. No wonder the manager didn’t care.