Busboys and Assholes
Chai and I met up tonight, after her Rip Van Winkle move, to catch up and get some dinner. We decided to head over to Busboys and Poets since it's nearby and we had a fairly good time last time we stopped by for Open Mic night. After tonight, we've reached the consensus that that place is totally effing overrated.
We got there at a little past eight pm and faced a 45 minute wait. So we took some seats at the bar. After the bill for the first round came back at just over $15, we decided that, since we were obviously going to be at the bar for awhile, maybe we should switch to some cheaper beer.
Chai put in the order for two Amstel Lights, pretty much the cheapest cheap damn swill beer you can get, and this is the bartender:
"That's um....$10.50. Oh, er, wait...now it's $12.45, sorry."
Neither of us were really paying good attention to this exchange he had with himself about our bill, until NEARLY TWO HOURS LATER we were finally escorted to our table and asked for a drink menu. Amstel Lights? Four dollars. How do two four-dollar beers add up to more than twelve dollars? I mean, we're not trying to be cheap bastards here, but the guy was blatantly trying to rip us off.
Luckily, our waiter was both extremely nice and cute and brought us some drinks on the house after we innocently inquired about our bar tab. Still, we had some decent but not spectacular sandwiches (sandwiches! Saturday night fare!), after being passed over on the waiting list for hours because they forgot we were sitting at the bar (with everyone else who was waiting for a table), and were taken for fools by the bartender. You think we're going back?
(And if you think at least one of us (cough...Chai) didn't say, "I'm totally blogging about this," you don't know us well enough.)
Update: Not enough Busboys hate? Chai does the review right.