My experience at an over priced restaurant!
It was a beautiful spring time in Northern California. We decided to visit the famous wine country Napa for the weekend. I also had a demonstration time at the local Whole Foods to sample our new fruit products.
My partner took the group to a famous local winery restaurant. I know, if you follow my blog, at this time, you probably would say oh! Here we go again. But I have to tell you this story. When my partner announced the dinner place, I got in line to check out the menu, I had many nightmares thinking about what kind of time I would have there. But, you choose your own battles; I should feel lucky to be able to go to this kind of place.
The restaurant was nice, nothing super remarkable. The table and seat were fair, not that comfortable but it was ok. There were 3 other tables in the dining room. Everyone was at their best behavior, acting very appropriately. I took a look at the menu which by that time, I can recite what they have to the teeth. I also knew the price of each item. So I ordered a bowl of soup and a chicken salad entrée. They were not only the foods that I could understand by reading the menu without the help of the Webster, but my choices were also the cheapest. And when I say cheap, I mean compared to other items on the menu, not according to prices that I have seen at other places.
I felt good that I have done my homework and was happy with the choices. I started to enjoy the conversation with the group and felt a little easier.
My partner ordered an appetizer to share and a bottle of wine. Now, I didn’t dare to look at the wine list price. I was worried that it will ruin my happiness.
Appetizer came: it was a plate of several kinds of cheese, bread and cracker. I looked at the beautiful flat rectangular white plate and thought to myself, Crap! I can put the whole plate in my mouth in one shot. There must be a mistake as the amount wasn’t enough for everyone to share. My partner was so happy to start with a little cheese knife, cut a little piece of cheese from a very little piece of cheese and put it on an even smaller piece of hard cold bread. He made a huge Woo sound after eating it. It was so good, he loved it. Everyone in the group thought the same, except of course me. I picked a tiny pickle and chewed it slowly, so it would last longer in my mouth.
The restaurant started to fill up. Great looking people with great manners, and I am sure with a large credit line on their credit cards. They sat around us and started to make very happy sounds.
Finally, after 30-minutes, our food arrived. I was so hungry and a little tired after standing at Whole Foods for 4 hours. I could not wait to chow down my food but I had to remind myself that I am not at home, in my comfort place, but at a high end restaurant where etiquette counts more than quality of the food.
The server put my bowl of soup in front of me. It wasn’t a bowl; it was a big round white dish with shallow depth. The soup was in that little hole. It screamed loudly: This is not a bowl; it was a lousy little cup of liquid that cost me $16. Damn, the price of want to be with Joneses.
I stayed calm; I still had the salad to come. So I once again started slowly with super low energy to eat my soup. Well, to be fair, the spoon was fabulous. Does that count?
My salad came in a wave like white flat dish. The plate was the size of the football field but the salad was so lonely in the middle with about 3 little pieces of chicken, some romaine lettuce and roasted almond. I started to weight the salad with my eyes, not more than 8 oz of lettuce for $22. Did the dollar drop value that I don’t know about? Oh, by the way, the decoration around the edge of the plate was fantastic. Does that count?
I asked my partner to stop by McDonald’s on the way back to the hotel. The grease of their French fries and Mc Nuggets was so delicious. McDonald’s saved my evening!
We all talked about everything has a price. The price of being high class is so not worth it, too expensive with an extremely short shelf life.