April 03, 2007

Since my friend and I were seated at Morandi at past 11 p.m. last Saturday night, we were expecting some sort of slack on the pressure front. Just the opposite. We experienced what was possibly the most pressured service we’d ever encountered: annoyed looks when my friend (on antibiotics) didn't drink, and after we passed on the dessert list, a suggestion from our server to rethink our decision. Here’s my sanitized plea: Make it stop.

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