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Blake's Seafood Restaurant & Bar

The weather killed the plans. It rained out the cancer walk and the road trip out to Bowling Green State University, but the day did make a good story. Kristalyn and I went out to Blake’s Seafood Restaurant & Bar [not very inventive, is it? I believe Jack’s Bistro from Three’s Company had more thought put into it] in Hyde Park. The restaurant looks fancier than it really is—think upscale Red Lobster without the fishing nets and oars.

The hostess said the following: How many? Smoking or Non? She conversed with the waitress and handed us off, and said have a good meal—all this without lifting her head to look at either of us.

THINGS TO CONSIDER: If your career is based on gratuity, then isn’t it safe to assume that being nice or at least feigning the impression important in advancing your career? My opinion, if your ass ain’t rocking, your tits ain’t bulging, and your face is less than pleasant—you better have a great personality and being funny, it’s now a requirement.


We were seated by: Lori, who is haggard and aged. She is white trash trying to dress up, but I still refer to her as ma’am. She said this and that, and wasn’t over enthusiastic, but she wasn’t rude either. Kristalyn and I both decided on the snapper, New Orleans style, with rice. So we waited for Lori. And waited, and waited, and waited—and waited, until I asked a bus boy to flag down our waitress. She came by and then raced by after being flagged and said, “I’ll be back.”

She apologized, took our order, and then after our appetizers she came by and said, “I have a meeting to go to and Laura will take care of us.” We both nodded and probably wondered the same thing—who the fuck is Laura? It’s my opinion, if you pawn me off on another person, please, at least introduce me to it. Our food came—it was another girl, she seemed nice and pleasant, attractive and charming, and part of me was content with the new server. Near the end of the meal another woman walked by and asked if things were all right, we nodded it was great and then I noticed her name. That was Laura?

After dinner, Kristalyn put her credit card down and she left to freshen up. She came back and her card was still there. We saw three different servers go by, still no Laura. It was a good 15 minutes when the chef came out and asked us if everything was all right, and we both hesitated, and she said, “The food was excellent, but the service was sub-par.” She explained the situation about being abandoned and we felt guilty for informing him, because it wasn’t his cooking—it was his staff. He wanted to get us dessert but we declined and then he sent out the manager and in a manager fashion, he covered our bill…and that was how we ate free yesterday. And for those people that wanted to know what the restaurant was like—Good Food, Shitty Service. Just be prepared to bus your own table Lou.
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5:58 PM

Sorry you didn't make it to BG. We looked for you at B-Dubs on Saturday. If you're planning to come out some other time, let me know.    



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