It's been a while since I used this forum for it's original purpose which is to kvetch - but it's about that time again and here I am. If you know me, you know that I am a big fan (cf obsessed with) thematic unity. For example, let's just say you own a bar called the 21st Amendment (the amendment that repealed the alcohol Prohibition that was in effect post WWI). Now let's say that you have this business and you want it to be successful. Let's also say that Repeal Day rolls around, which is to say, the day that your name and concept is based on. What do you do? If I ran the place, I'd try to educate my underachieving staff and maybe have a drink special or two. Heck, if ANYone ran this place it'd be the case. Yet the under-educated chumps that run that place had nothing planned, the staff looked at me like I had a hand sticking out of my forehead, and the night was a disappointment.
I had the chance to go back there again on Friday after doing some awareness stuff for Save the Bay (check them out, they're good kids) involving kayaking behind the ballpark. Afterward, everyone was hungry except me and Dr Germ (since we came prepared) so we went to the 21st Amendment. It's always awkward to sit in a restaurant with a bunch of people who are eating and not join in. So I decided to share a plate of wings with Dr Germ (what's the harm in that? Not a lot of food and it's social). Scanning down the menu, I find that the wings are $9 a plate - well ok, I guess, I mean it's not that big of a deal, right? Out comes the plate with - not six - but five (5) wings. Five wings. So we're talking almost $2 a wing. Not so bad if you're eating the goose that laid the golden eggs but otherwise usurious.
I'm not a total cheapskate but that's just a slap in the face. For $10 I could have had a sandwich with fries or a salad, but just a dollar less and I'm off the cliff edge, with only five wings and not even a celery stick to keep it company. Ladies and gentlemen, the wing is the cheapest part of the bird. Wings were invented to make a use of this part of the chicken that was heretofore tossed out with the wilted lettuce! Hence, my outrage. So I did the best I could, which is to talk to the manager as we were leaving and give him the skinny on both these topics. Yes, I sounded like a kook, but what else am I to do in a situation like this? I made my stand and I will check back on these folks soon to see if they've taken my suggestions.