Go fish
When we were in Lake Tahoe last weekend, we planned to celebrate my birthday on Saturday night, you know, since my husband wasn't around for my actual birthday on Thursday. He was "working" in DC. Whatever, lame.
I knew I wanted to go to this awesome sushi place, Naked Fish, so we headed there with our friends around 8 p.m. with the knowledge it would be a bit of a wait. When we arrived, they said it would be about 45 minutes, so we told the hostess we would be at the pizza place next store getting a beer. She said that sounded like an excellent idea because there were two tables ahead of us.
After we downed some beers, we made our way back over the sushi place about 50 minutes after we left. Josh went to see where our name was on the list and the hostess told him they skipped us since we weren't there. No biggie, we assumed they would just throw the next table our way.
Except we watched as four different tables were seated before us. What the? Josh went up to see what the hell was going on. The hostess told him that because we weren't there when they called us, they sent us back to the bottom of the list.
Now I don't know how they roll in Tahoe, but in Chicago, if you specifically tell the hostess you are going to grab a beer next door IN THE SAME DAMN BUILDING, they might give you a heads up. They also would put you at the top of the wait list when you return.
I wasn't going to let this go, so I headed for the hostess desk myself.
"So why didn't you guys tell us we would go to the end of the list if we weren't here?" I asked. "We told you where we were going and you said it was fine."
The hostess shrugged her shoulders and said, "Well, it is what it is."
My jaw dropped to the floor and I almost jumped out of my skin. NO. SHE. DIDN'T.
"You did NOT just say that to a customer," I gasped.
"Oh honey, I didn't mean it like that," she said, touching my arm as she came out from behind the podium.
"How exactly did you mean it then?" I asked.
She just shrugged her shoulders. "It won't be long," she sniffed.
And what I am about to say will stun you: we waited for the table because having been there before, I knew how good the sushi was and by 9 p.m., I didn't feel like hauling ass anywhere else. I think the fact they probably spit in our food just added to the deliciousness.
Moral of the story? Naked Fish Sushi in South Lake Tahoe is a bunch of asshats with some amazing sushi. Dine at your own risk.
I knew I wanted to go to this awesome sushi place, Naked Fish, so we headed there with our friends around 8 p.m. with the knowledge it would be a bit of a wait. When we arrived, they said it would be about 45 minutes, so we told the hostess we would be at the pizza place next store getting a beer. She said that sounded like an excellent idea because there were two tables ahead of us.
After we downed some beers, we made our way back over the sushi place about 50 minutes after we left. Josh went to see where our name was on the list and the hostess told him they skipped us since we weren't there. No biggie, we assumed they would just throw the next table our way.
Except we watched as four different tables were seated before us. What the? Josh went up to see what the hell was going on. The hostess told him that because we weren't there when they called us, they sent us back to the bottom of the list.
Now I don't know how they roll in Tahoe, but in Chicago, if you specifically tell the hostess you are going to grab a beer next door IN THE SAME DAMN BUILDING, they might give you a heads up. They also would put you at the top of the wait list when you return.
I wasn't going to let this go, so I headed for the hostess desk myself.
"So why didn't you guys tell us we would go to the end of the list if we weren't here?" I asked. "We told you where we were going and you said it was fine."
The hostess shrugged her shoulders and said, "Well, it is what it is."
My jaw dropped to the floor and I almost jumped out of my skin. NO. SHE. DIDN'T.
"You did NOT just say that to a customer," I gasped.
"Oh honey, I didn't mean it like that," she said, touching my arm as she came out from behind the podium.
"How exactly did you mean it then?" I asked.
She just shrugged her shoulders. "It won't be long," she sniffed.
And what I am about to say will stun you: we waited for the table because having been there before, I knew how good the sushi was and by 9 p.m., I didn't feel like hauling ass anywhere else. I think the fact they probably spit in our food just added to the deliciousness.
Moral of the story? Naked Fish Sushi in South Lake Tahoe is a bunch of asshats with some amazing sushi. Dine at your own risk.
Labels: Annoying People
posted by Amy at
11:21 PM
3 Comments:
Hmm, I would have settled for pizza :)
Yikes. That's not cool at all. Glad you enjoyed your sushi eventually though.
Yeah, I would have stayed, too. If the sushi is THAT good, I'd put up with the hostass.
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