So Slogger and I decided we would go to this "Italian Night" at a local coffee house -- the word on the street is that the food is quite fine, so we made reservations for 7:30 tonight.
Slogger got off work a bit early, so I called the restaurant to see if we could shift to the 5:30 seating. "Sure," the young woman said. "I'll write you in."
You can see what's coming, right?
We showed up at 5:30, only to find that the young woman who assured us a seat had misread the crowded reservation sheet. The owner assured us that we could come for the 7:30 seating, and that the restaurant would pay for our dessert. So we headed home, and I've spent the last hour fulfilling my NCLM commitment (whew). In a few minutes, we'll head back.
We've often complained about the lack of Italian food in High Plains City, so this had better be good!