Reservations

So last night we ate out in the North End of Boston. C's dad is running the Boston Marathon right now as I type this post and he needed to carb up before the race.

We made reservations at a place that was recommended in a tour book and all went our separate ways for the day. The plan was to meet up for an early 5pm dinner so C's dad could get some sleep before the big run.

Three of the members of our party were waiting for us outside when we arrived at the restaurant. We could not be seated until the entire party was present. Little J and Stretch (aka Mark) were at a Red Sox game and we knew they were going to be late. This meant that we could not be seated until they got there on the T from Fenway. This was bad....

They recommended that we go to the bar and have a drink. The bar was in the basement and had no stools. This was getting worse. I ordered a Stella and tried to keep the natives from getting restless. C had already abandoned me to go outside and wait for Little J and Stretch to arrive. At this point the restaurant staff was getting pissed off that we weren't ready to sit down and eat. Well, if they had let us sit down we all would have ordered a few drinks and the bill would be ticking away. Instead I was nervously drinking my beer much too quickly trying to keep everyone happy. We decided the marathoner needed to eat so we switched the reservation to five people and C and I would wait for Little J and Stretch to arrive and then eat some place else. *sigh*

Flash forward five minutes and we are outside watching them get out of a cab....then everyone else from our party is beside us on the street telling us they refused to eat there and we needed to find a new place to eat. They wouldn't tell us exactly what went down, but everyone was smiling.

When I finally ate, the gnocchi was awesome.

Happy Boston Marathon Monday!