Just this morning, Q and I were talking about this blog. I said there are just some places in town that I world not even consider to put on here- service is ok but we love the place so much and know the servers, we can overlook slow or forgetful instances. On that list for me was Coccia House.
Until tonight.
Now, I know, Woostertonians, you either love or hate Coccia House pizza. You don't go there for anything but pizza. Tell me the last time you even ordered something from the menu, let alone LOOKED at a menu! Tonight, we were served by Fannie Brice herself. From the get go she was an efficient server, we had our order ready, got that put in, drinks came, awesome pizza- good times all around.
So you are saying, "A, where's the beef? What has your panties in a bunch?"
We were given our bill - 2 small pizzas, drinks for 7 - super price. We gather our things to leave- mind you, we had 4 kids with us. I go to pay the bill, writing a check (I know!) and I had not yet finished writing my name and Hawkeyed Babs is peering down, after not seeing a tip on the table. As Q shuffled the kids out the door, I turn to look and Babs is staring down the guy who was at the cash register as he hands her our tip.
Now, had we left the table a disaster - and that is totally possible with 4 kids, 2 pizzas, sodas after 9pm but we left that table pretty damn good, save the fork that fell on the floor. It just rattled my cage that she was so fast on the draw to find her tip.
Saturday, January 30, 2010
Sunday, January 24, 2010
SoMar, So lame
Hola, Today I attempt to express the disdain and distaste I have for a new Wine bar in Wooster Ohio. Just south of the square, where the very old ticketron used to be... for those with that kind of age, is SoMar. This place does it's very very best to further the image that wine people are elitist, snobbish douchebags with holier than thou attitudes towards those who don't fit their "Ideal" of a wine Enthusiast.
We walk into the joint, very nice decor and wall to wall wine. I am thinking this could be a great place. So we commence to ask about their sweet wine selections. From past experience, I know winetards are anti sweet wine and look upon those who like sweet wine as the carriers of the black plague. So then, they basically looked at us like we asked for a lightly grilled weasel on a sesame seed croissant with velveta and mayo. Eyes rolled, mannerisms changed visibly and we went from sait to leper. As I took in the estimated 200+ bottles of wine, they informed us that the few they have are in the "Semi-Sweet" range and that they have like 4 of them.
We took a sample of one, went and sat down. Again, nicely decorated but we could have done without the banshee pre schoolers running around all cozy friends of the owners while their mother ignored them. Basically, this place sucks so much ass, in my opinion, that you couldn't get the asstastic impression out of my brain with a rail tanker of bleach and a power grinder.
Do yourself a favor and head on over to troutman's or grab a bottle with friends and stay home. You'll have an infinately better time.
Q~
We walk into the joint, very nice decor and wall to wall wine. I am thinking this could be a great place. So we commence to ask about their sweet wine selections. From past experience, I know winetards are anti sweet wine and look upon those who like sweet wine as the carriers of the black plague. So then, they basically looked at us like we asked for a lightly grilled weasel on a sesame seed croissant with velveta and mayo. Eyes rolled, mannerisms changed visibly and we went from sait to leper. As I took in the estimated 200+ bottles of wine, they informed us that the few they have are in the "Semi-Sweet" range and that they have like 4 of them.
We took a sample of one, went and sat down. Again, nicely decorated but we could have done without the banshee pre schoolers running around all cozy friends of the owners while their mother ignored them. Basically, this place sucks so much ass, in my opinion, that you couldn't get the asstastic impression out of my brain with a rail tanker of bleach and a power grinder.
Do yourself a favor and head on over to troutman's or grab a bottle with friends and stay home. You'll have an infinately better time.
Q~
Thursday, January 14, 2010
Mike's Dugout
Mike's Dugout recently moved to Wooster from their intermittant operation in Creston. Located on Rt 585, it's not going to draw traffic like in Wooster's north end so their service and food will be what brings people in.
After my lunch there today, I am not so sure how long it will last! One server and another random person were in the dining room along with about 5 tables of customers. Part of a party of 7, we arrived just after noon. Our server did not ring our meals in until 12:30. With the end of our hour lunch looming, we started getting antsy. The pistol of our group was fuming, the former servers at the table started considering a 2nd job as servers at Mike's. Our meals came out one or two at a time, most missing their requested items or made wrong (no onions)
Of course, we knew checking out was going to be a fiasco. The server returned to the table calling out the various banks on the credit cards, tossing the cards and slips in the general direction of their owners. One who paid cash never saw the change she was due.
Yes, we called in later - most of us still eating our lunches later into the afternoon. All we were offered were apologies and 25% off our return visit.
To their benefit, when the place is dead, the food is good. But can good food, when you have 5 minutes to eat it make up for crappy service?
After my lunch there today, I am not so sure how long it will last! One server and another random person were in the dining room along with about 5 tables of customers. Part of a party of 7, we arrived just after noon. Our server did not ring our meals in until 12:30. With the end of our hour lunch looming, we started getting antsy. The pistol of our group was fuming, the former servers at the table started considering a 2nd job as servers at Mike's. Our meals came out one or two at a time, most missing their requested items or made wrong (no onions)
Of course, we knew checking out was going to be a fiasco. The server returned to the table calling out the various banks on the credit cards, tossing the cards and slips in the general direction of their owners. One who paid cash never saw the change she was due.
Yes, we called in later - most of us still eating our lunches later into the afternoon. All we were offered were apologies and 25% off our return visit.
To their benefit, when the place is dead, the food is good. But can good food, when you have 5 minutes to eat it make up for crappy service?
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