You need to learn how to respond instantly to your gut feeling.
Can you see yourself at a beach when the tide suddenly starts to go out?
tut: Check out that out-going tide!
wife: That's some nice sand.
tut: I heard this happens before sunamis.
wife: Really?
tut: But we won't get a sunami here.
wife: Pass me a Carona.
tut: Sure thing. Wow. It's really going out. I can barely see water.
wife: This beer is warm.
tut: Maybe I should go get some cold ones.
wife: No... it's OK.
tut: Is that a wave?
kingtut wrote:It's been awhile since my last update.
A few weeks ago I fell prey to this catastrophe: http://www.swingersgolflounge.com/
I was expecting something similar to the ESPN Zone or something. Its actually in a somewhat decent location-- right near the entrance to the Park Meadows movie theater. Anyway, we walked in and it was dead. That should of been the first clue to turn around and walk out. But we didn't. We sat down, the table was a bit sticky, that should of been the second warning- but nope, I've sat at sticky tables before- so I let it slide.
I see what seems to be a group of friends hanging out at the bar, taking shots. We're like, okay- it can't be too bad. A few minutes later we see them all disperse and go back to....work! That's right, work-- from manning the bar, to wiping down tables, to waiting tables.
So, I spot the 2 waitresses. One of which was smokin' hot- the other, an older but could-have-been-something to look at ten years ago. Of course, we get the latter of the two. First off, her voice was all hoarse. So, yeah...she was sick. After she gets our drink order, she walks away- hacking into her hand (not arm, or sleeve- but hand). All night, she continued to hack. Me being the germophobe, actually conversed with my other half about finishing our beverage and leaving. But I was curious about the food, so we stayed. We ended up asking to go sit outside, because I didn't want her hacking near us; so we did. Not five minutes later, our hoarse-voiced waitress comes outside and lights up a friggin' cig at the table next to us. Then out comes another shot-drinkin' buddy (co-worker) to have a smoke with her. What the frick!?
At this point, we'd already ordered and were just itching to get the heck out of their. Fast forward fifteen minutes and the food comes out. I wish I could recall a bit more about the food, but I can't-- it was that memorable. It wasn't really nasty, but it was just "drunk food". The kind of food you'd expect at a crappy bar. Greasy pizza and a bland burger with a crap load of fries.
I give this sorry excuse for a "restaurant" two thumbs down on the tut-o-meter. If you're looking to grab a beer before or after a movie, heck...go on ahead. But if you're looking to grab some dinner before or after a movie....don't do it! Run...far, far away.... and if you see a hoarse-voiced, sick, smoking waitress coming toward your table- just say no and leave.
