Let me get this out of the way: the pizza's not bad, if a little soggy.
Somehow we incensed the staff, however, attempting to negotiate the take-out / eat-in divide. Without
going into too many details, our low-key family of three with no prior restaurant confrontations was made
to feel bizarrely unwelcome. Angry lecturing, slamming of dishes, a messed-up order, mumbling, weird
eye contact...what is this, the gruel line at the orphanage?
Me: I'd like to add [pasta dish] and a side salad to our order.
Her: [Gesturing] All of these people waited twenty minutes for their pizza!
[The restaurant is empty - they just opened. I have no idea what she means.]
Me: Sorry, is it not possible?
Her: [Angry noises, writes down the wrong thing. Someone else confronts me later and tells me I ordered a Cobb salad.]
After 15 minutes, we left, $56 poorer. Try to guess whether we'll be back!