I held my tongue. Literally. And made gagging noises.
No,
actually, my friends and I were very polite. But I felt sorry for the couples across the
bar who looked like they were on dates and trying to be taken
seriously.
Then the cheese plate came out and had to be freed
from its plastic-wrap cocoon in our presence, and our server forgot to
unwrap the two slices of stale bread, and we were pretty sure the revealed chunks
of cheese were from Kroger.
And then the bill came out and it was every bit as much as you
would expect to pay for four good drinks and charcuterie at a nice
place, and my hosts picked up the tab and I felt bad for them.
Camelot Cellars. They import exotic grape juice from all over the world and turn it into crappy wine on site. Avoid avoid avoid.
http://camelotcellars.com/
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