Some of the best moments in my life have been sitting at a restaurant with my closest friends. But with high highs, there also come low lows, which I found out at an Italian restaurant I was patronizing with my best friend just last week. We were having a wonderful conversation over dessert until everything came to a screeching halt: The bill came.
Why would God let this happen to me?
The night started amazing — Alyssa and I ordered two appetizers, two entrées, a dessert to share, and drinks throughout the meal. I’d never been to this restaurant before, and it was some of the best food I’d ever tasted in my life. I wasn’t concerned about earthly things like money, or bank accounts, or the free market. But I guess that being present is something that’s harshly punished in our society.
Right when I was laughing at one of Alyssa’s jokes, the server came over. Earlier, I thought I could trust this person. Jules was their name, and the whole night they just asked us what else we’d like to have. They never told us that we’d be on the hook for it all after we’d finished everything. Kind of fucked up, if you ask me!
They put the check down at our table, and I was in disbelief. I felt tricked. Even now, I’m still recovering from the shattering realization that I had to pay for everything I just ate and drank.
And sure, you could say that I should’ve known better because there were prices next to all of the food items on the menu, and I did, in fact, see those numbers, but they were also next to moving descriptions of pasta and grilled meat. So what was I supposed to do?
I guess I’m sorry for seeing the beauty in things?
However, I’m recovering surprisingly well from the experience, which I think is because I left a scathing review of the restaurant on Yelp. Hopefully no one will make the same mistake I once did, and this Italian place will pay for what they’ve done. Madonn!
