My dear Peace Palace friends, forgive me for ditching you all at that Italian restaurant we all decided to eat pizza in but...I don't know. Usually when I go to Italian restaurants the reception is warmer, nicer, family friendly and inviting. They greet you and serve you bread with olive oil and vinegar while you wait for your food. This place did neither. I just have a problem with being insulted when I'm spending money, Euro for that matter. It's one of the highest currencies in the world (after the British Pound) and customer service should be tantamount to those willing to spend it. After all, the economy is still in a flux last time I checked. If I choose your establishment out of all the others, I am Queen Bee and you should cater to my needs. That's one thing the U.S. is good at and I have to say that's why they fought the depressing economy battle and have (seemingly) won.
I ended up going to a smaller, nicer Italian restaurant on 79 Fredrik Hendrik Laan called Pastanini. My server was a blond South African student, the owner was Italian, and the chef cutting the pizza with the bulging biceps was...I forget where he's from I just wanted to take him home with me.
As I checked out the South African and I exchanged Nigerian music influences and I looked at my chef longingly and all he could say was, "I'll see you next time." I just thought to myself: Yes Sir, you will. A lot! 😉
I'd say that was money well spent, don't you?
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