Last night (Monday, 18 August), I went to a relatively new restaurant in the Tel Aviv area. All went well until I requested the wine list.
a. A good selection of local and imported wines but none showing the vintage date.
b. I selected several candidates and asked the waitress to let me know what vintage years were available
c. She looked at me, rather amazed and said...."it really doesn't matter....they're all the same wine no matter the year"
d. I begged to disagree and she, looking at me as if I were a candidate for the nuisance of the year award, finally agreed and wheeled out the three wines I had chosen
e. Things looked up and we ordered two bottles, a white and a red of the appropriate vintage years
f. When the wines came to the table, already opened in the kitchen (!!), they turned out to be the wrong vintage years
g. In a gentle a way as possible, I commented on that. She repeated, "but they're the same wines!!"
h. I asked to speak with the manager
i. Shift manager came to the table with a chip on her shoulder the size of an oak tree. Opening words were "I hear you're giving the waitress a hard time"
j. I tried to explain the problem.
k. She didn't want to hear about my problem
l. My companion and I stood up and started to leave
m.The manager threatened to call the police
n. I gave her my card and told her to have the police contact me at the phone number printed there
o. She tore up my card, mumbled the two best known Arabic words known to most Israelis
p. I left
q. My companion and I had excellent pizza and Chianti Classico Riserva at one of our favorite hangouts
I would normally return to such a place in order to write a review (who knows, it might be even worse on the next occasion) but I have the feeling that this place won't survive a two or three week lag.
Life is sometimes amusing.
Best
Rogov
