Company Holiday Party
Gak, this thing sucked the wind right out of the clouds. The intentions of the people who made the arrangements were fantastic, and they double-checked on them yesterday to make sure everything was still as planned a month ago.
It was in a place way up in midtown near Rockefeller Center called Mars 2112--a theme joint that had fake rock walls and long cavernous corridors in dim red lighting. Okay. Two-thirds of us got there pretty much on time, and were served a glass of wine soon after we took our seats. Then nothing for another half hour. The rest of the company arrived, and got wine, more wine, cocktails, and hors d'oeurvres before the first of us got finger food. Then our finger food was ripped off our table before we were done with it because "the entrees were coming out." Half an hour later, nobody had an entree.
From there, it just went downhill. The waiters mixed up pre-ordered entrees and said that half the menu items we'd ordered two weeks ago and confirmed yesterday were no longer on the menu. Nice to admit that 45 minutes after the other half had been served. The waiter waved a hand in the air and said "Welcome to Mars!" Not funny!
After two more hours worth of this bull, I couldn't even get a glass of water, let alone a second glass of chardonnay. I was dying of thirst. If I had to leave the joint and walk to a subway stop to find a newsstand where I could buy a pint of water, then I was going to do it. I left just as dessert was being delivered. Too bad, people. I HAD to get out of there.
Our CEO was in town from Chicago for this party. I tried to sneak out so that he didn't see me leave, but if he saw me, so what? I can explain tomorrow, if need be.
It was in a place way up in midtown near Rockefeller Center called Mars 2112--a theme joint that had fake rock walls and long cavernous corridors in dim red lighting. Okay. Two-thirds of us got there pretty much on time, and were served a glass of wine soon after we took our seats. Then nothing for another half hour. The rest of the company arrived, and got wine, more wine, cocktails, and hors d'oeurvres before the first of us got finger food. Then our finger food was ripped off our table before we were done with it because "the entrees were coming out." Half an hour later, nobody had an entree.
From there, it just went downhill. The waiters mixed up pre-ordered entrees and said that half the menu items we'd ordered two weeks ago and confirmed yesterday were no longer on the menu. Nice to admit that 45 minutes after the other half had been served. The waiter waved a hand in the air and said "Welcome to Mars!" Not funny!
After two more hours worth of this bull, I couldn't even get a glass of water, let alone a second glass of chardonnay. I was dying of thirst. If I had to leave the joint and walk to a subway stop to find a newsstand where I could buy a pint of water, then I was going to do it. I left just as dessert was being delivered. Too bad, people. I HAD to get out of there.
Our CEO was in town from Chicago for this party. I tried to sneak out so that he didn't see me leave, but if he saw me, so what? I can explain tomorrow, if need be.
posted by Admin at 7:16 PM
2 Comments:
I wish I lived in the city and led the exciting life! :-)
Yikes. Sometimes I think the "best" restaurants in town really let the service slide since they know they'll always have a full reservation book. But yes, I (like drink girl) am jealous of the fact that at least you got to have dinner (although a horrible one) in New York. The Christmas lights must be spectacular, if not the service.
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