My most recent "Opa" experience was creepy. My waiter came back with the saganaki and quietly said, "Opaaaaaaaaa..." and dragged out the end "a" sound for literally 20 seconds. He then stood there and watched us eat the cheese. The cook had to come out and tell him to pick up our entrees from the window. I kinda think he wanted to bone us.
Rating: C, right in the middle because although his Opa was lacking, the thought that he might want to make out salvages it a little.
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