Monday, May 02, 2005
Spaghetti Jerks Review
St. Paul. It was a weekend hiatus from the doldrums of Faremount. A trip to Hair-e-guy's and girlfriend Sara Spinner's apartment. A time to chat, drink, hang out (without kids) with girlfriend, and to spend time with the patriarch of the Spinner clan, Lawrence.
Suzanne and I made it up at about 6pm and were getting hungry waiting for Lawrence and his new girlfriend J.niffer to show up. So Sara suggested a wonderful Turkish take away spot. So off they went while Hair-e-guy and I hung bonding as males do (talking about spring fashions, the joy of deco pauge, Weinhardt beer, and the bacon strips in our underwear).
As the two lovely Spinner women came back with a delicious Turkish delight, Lawrence and his girlfriend came in as well.
We all dashed to a common place called Spaghetti Jerks, just off of Cedar Avenue in Minneapolis. At first, Lawrence and myself a little angry at the fact that the entire city of Minneapolis has gone smoke-free, but at least there were drinks available within Spaghetti Jerks.
The atmosphere was pleasant. High ceilings, a dine-in trolley in the middle of the restaurant, and good ambiance.
Eric, a short bit-snobbish gay man, was our waiter. Half of our party ordered pasta, the rest of us: myself and Suzanne ordered a peice of Mud Pie and Turtle Cheesecake and we split a bottle of wine. Her sister and Hair-e ordered the salad a cup a coffee and a glass of wine.
As we finished our salads and our pies, some of our party noticed something awry. The part of us that ordered pasta still hadn't received their pasta! And they ordered it an hour before. Hair-e, trying on the balls he bought at the Army Surplus store on Grand Avenue in St. Paul, calls Eric over and tells him, "Hey, these people have been waiting for like a half hour for their food, you'se better have something out here for them in like 5 minutes, capice?"
Eric was like, "Yeth, right away, thir." "And my girlfriend here ain't seen coffee since yesterday, and she's asked for it like 3 times already."
Within minutes, the food was rushed out. But alas, Sara with no coffee. So I see this guy with a tie on and I calls him over.
"Yes, sir?" he is smiling a worried smile.
"Yeh, dese folks ordered their food an hour ago and they just got it at like 10:10 in the PM, the blonde over there asked for coffee like 6 times and ain't seen it yet, so how do you think the restaurant should compensate us?"
"I'm sorry, sir, Mr. Corleone, sir."
The manager came out with a hot pot of coffee for Sara and a bill with 50% taken off of it. I was happy and so was everyone else until the watchful eye of the lovely long legged Suzanne Spinner noticed they doubled up everything on the ticket and then cut it in half. She went after Eric with a vengeance. He hurriedly took the ticket and fixed it.
As we left and sat in the lobby awaiting Lawrence to pay for the ticket, we decided to light up. Just then, two debutantes rushed out with a can of binaca in hand to mace my girlfriend for breaking the smoking ban.
Suzanne thanked them for the warning and we went to the street to smoke and wait for the rest of them. We were all laughing about the entire incident when one of the debutantes came out pretending to wash the windows. After listening to our conversation for awhile, she broke in, "We have very sensitive sprinkler systems in the lobby, I don't think you people want to get wet, do you?" she snarled sarcastically.
"No," Suzanne replied. "we just don't want you eavesdropping on us!"
So ends the sordid tale of the Spaghetti Jerks Incident. But in all honesty, the Mud Pie was pretty good.
Suzanne and I made it up at about 6pm and were getting hungry waiting for Lawrence and his new girlfriend J.niffer to show up. So Sara suggested a wonderful Turkish take away spot. So off they went while Hair-e-guy and I hung bonding as males do (talking about spring fashions, the joy of deco pauge, Weinhardt beer, and the bacon strips in our underwear).
As the two lovely Spinner women came back with a delicious Turkish delight, Lawrence and his girlfriend came in as well.
We all dashed to a common place called Spaghetti Jerks, just off of Cedar Avenue in Minneapolis. At first, Lawrence and myself a little angry at the fact that the entire city of Minneapolis has gone smoke-free, but at least there were drinks available within Spaghetti Jerks.
The atmosphere was pleasant. High ceilings, a dine-in trolley in the middle of the restaurant, and good ambiance.
Eric, a short bit-snobbish gay man, was our waiter. Half of our party ordered pasta, the rest of us: myself and Suzanne ordered a peice of Mud Pie and Turtle Cheesecake and we split a bottle of wine. Her sister and Hair-e ordered the salad a cup a coffee and a glass of wine.
As we finished our salads and our pies, some of our party noticed something awry. The part of us that ordered pasta still hadn't received their pasta! And they ordered it an hour before. Hair-e, trying on the balls he bought at the Army Surplus store on Grand Avenue in St. Paul, calls Eric over and tells him, "Hey, these people have been waiting for like a half hour for their food, you'se better have something out here for them in like 5 minutes, capice?"
Eric was like, "Yeth, right away, thir." "And my girlfriend here ain't seen coffee since yesterday, and she's asked for it like 3 times already."
Within minutes, the food was rushed out. But alas, Sara with no coffee. So I see this guy with a tie on and I calls him over.
"Yes, sir?" he is smiling a worried smile.
"Yeh, dese folks ordered their food an hour ago and they just got it at like 10:10 in the PM, the blonde over there asked for coffee like 6 times and ain't seen it yet, so how do you think the restaurant should compensate us?"
"I'm sorry, sir, Mr. Corleone, sir."
The manager came out with a hot pot of coffee for Sara and a bill with 50% taken off of it. I was happy and so was everyone else until the watchful eye of the lovely long legged Suzanne Spinner noticed they doubled up everything on the ticket and then cut it in half. She went after Eric with a vengeance. He hurriedly took the ticket and fixed it.
As we left and sat in the lobby awaiting Lawrence to pay for the ticket, we decided to light up. Just then, two debutantes rushed out with a can of binaca in hand to mace my girlfriend for breaking the smoking ban.
Suzanne thanked them for the warning and we went to the street to smoke and wait for the rest of them. We were all laughing about the entire incident when one of the debutantes came out pretending to wash the windows. After listening to our conversation for awhile, she broke in, "We have very sensitive sprinkler systems in the lobby, I don't think you people want to get wet, do you?" she snarled sarcastically.
"No," Suzanne replied. "we just don't want you eavesdropping on us!"
So ends the sordid tale of the Spaghetti Jerks Incident. But in all honesty, the Mud Pie was pretty good.
