June 11, 2005
.: Super Market
Martha was back in town, so I went downtown with Mezan to meet her and Carvill. We decided to hook up with Ram, who was over at the Embassy in Kensington Market. He was already there with Laura, Heather, and Matt, his appropriated friends of Tyler.
The Embassy looked nice, but very small. The patio was tiny and only had four tables on it, so when some more of Ram's friends arrived we decided to finish our pints and head over to Super Market.
I've never been in there, either, but I've seen the place before and knew that the patio was nicer. I'd also heard that the food there was really good, which was a plus since Mez and I are always hungry. Ram usually goes Wednesday nights and is always pimping it out, so it seemed like a good idea.
When we arrived, we were told that there was a $5 cover, which didn't seem like such a bad thing at the time. After we got in we ordered some drinks and discovered that they had just closed the kitchen. Furthermore, the patio was pretty packed. We managed to get one table in the corner but after ten minutes I was told I'd have to move since they were closing the door from the patio to the inside, and that meant opening the spot where the patio meets the main stairs going in; you know, where I was sitting. So I moved and continued to drink my Tom Collins and wishing it wasn't so hot out. About five minutes later someone else came over and was complaining about how we had moved the chairs from the spot that I was told to move from originally. It was then that we decided to move to a bigger table that had just opened up. It was also around that time they stopped letting people take drinks out onto the patio.
I don't think anyone was all too impressed then. What's the point of having a patio at a bar if you're not allowed to take your drinks out there? Other people were getting hungry as well, so we headed over to Sneaky Dee's for some food. Sneaky Dee's is another place that I'd never been to but knew of. One thing about it is it's graffiti motif. The stuff is everywhere, even on the bathroom doors. You have to look very carefully to see which door has Men's and Women's scrawled somewhere on it. Of course, I chose wrong and ran into Laura on my way out.
The food there was pretty good. I ordered a big plate of poutine and it seemed to have real cheese curds. Ram and the others shared some natchos. Of course, good things can't last, and the power went out. After a while of sitting around in the emergency lights, we decided to leave
I flagged down our waitress and asked for the bill. She said that because the power was out the cash registers weren't working. Besides, she didn't know what we had ordered. First of all, why wouldn't see know that? She did write it down in the first place. I asked if we could just pay cash and listed off what we had ordered. She said something lost in the din and left. A little while later she came back with a piece of paper and a menu and asked us what we hard ordered.
I listed the food and beer again and she calculated. The food and pitcher of beer came out to $55 which seemed a bit steep, especially since she was doing the crazy math. Carvill thought she overcharged us and Martha concurred, busting out her math grad fu to determine it was off by ten bucks. We left some money and left, just as the power kicked back in.
Ram left with the others to hit up some other club and and the rest of us uptowners went home.