For those of you who don’t know, Rabbit is not so-named because of any vegetarian tendencies she might have. This is why that even in the middle of the week, you may catch a glimpse of us down at the local eatery gorging ourselves on animal flesh and criticizing the help.
The one thing better than a meal you don’t cook yourself is a free meal you don’t have to cook yourself. With the holidays just around the corner, Rabbit’s work recently treated her workmates and their spouses concubines, live-ins, kept men and boyfriends to a denominationally unspecific late-December meal at Kingston’s R******. To be accurate the restaurant is really no better or worse than many of it’s competitors here in town. In my view however, it sets itself up for criticism in with its sincere glittering home grown advertisements that it has featured on local T.V. While the food is good, I would like to make the following observations for your consideration.
The Staff.
One of the first things that struck me funny was the way that the wait staff seem to regard you with a kind of quiet detachment, while they slouch about their appointed rounds. They seem to look most purposeful when they are achieving the critical velocity required to breeze by your table without stopping, guilt free. It’s just like French service without the attention to etiquette.
They are not entirely inattentive though. Heaven forbid you should let you water supply diminish; those guys are on you like glue the minute the ice hits your teeth. Some context: in my formative years I bussed many tables at some of the finest Chinese buffets that target the middle to low income market. It was in this vocation that one of my primary functions was to replenish the water of the patrons in our care, with whatever regularity I felt the situation called for. However at the tender age of 14 my over-zealousness for customer dehydration had to be finally rewarded by a cold rebuke that soon had me spacing my glass-filling visits farther apart. Perhaps the bus staff of R****** could do with some of the same Waikiki’s-style tough love.
The Facilities.
Rabbit, being something of a babyologist, is completely up on all the latest infant-related trends. Soon after our arrival she was quick to identify what appeared to be a high chair (meant for customer-spawn) that has recently been recalled on the grounds of recently detected safety issues related to it’s use. (Apparently the thing tends to drop babies on the floor or something, I don’t remember…)
Also the washroom (I can only really speak for the men’s) has been made wheelchair accessible by affixing by what looked to be the top part of a lawnmower handle to the wall beside the toilet. While it seems to work well enough, it’s these little details that made it hard for me to take the place seriously. Especially since it hails itself a bastion of haute cuisine at “amazing prices”. Don’t get me wrong, if your no stickler for detail the food’s not bad; just don’t order the spaghetti.
In other news, I heard today that I will be able to get DSL here at home – in Amherstview! If all goes well I should be provisioned next week. Look out world!
Yahoo update: Dan noticed where I’m listed in Yahoo. Yes that’s right my listing came through today. Rah!
Noticed tonight from my stats that I’ve had visitors from such exotic locales as Australia (2.02%), The United Kingdom (0.22% ), Saudi Arabia (0.06%), (Mexico (0.03%), New Zealand (0.03%), and Denmark (0.02%).
