So on my excursion home today that I posted elsewhere about, we stopped outside of town at one of the usually better options in what is otherwise a complete food desert, an Italian place where there’s unlikely to be any Italians working. I had an unusual craving for a meatball sub, and they had one on the menu. My Peruvian got crab soup and calamari. I tried the calamari, it was pretty good. I guess frying is easier than using an oven.
So my meatball sub shows up 20 minutes after she got her food. The shredded mozzarella on top was barely melted, some actually wasn’t melted at all. Dubiously, I pushed one of the meatballs further onto the roll to find it literally ice cold, as in it came from the freezer rather than even the fridge. I called the waitress over, explained the situation. She offered a new sub, and I replied this one is fine, it just needs to be hot. Another 20 minutes goes by, and I get it back. At this point I hadn’t eaten all day and dug in. My Peruvian now finished a while ago and was waiting for me. Well in the 20 minutes they had it, it went from ice cold to room temperature on a now soggy bun. I mean fuck, how fucking hard is it for that numbnuts in the kitchen to heat up a fucking meatball sub in a place that has a wood fired pizza oven! Guess what, if the cheese isn’t bubbling, it still not fucking hot! The bun is supposed to be browning on the edges all crusty and good, not fucking white and soggy! And why did it take 20 minutes to get it luke warm when you have a 700F fucking pizza oven!
I regret telling the waitress it was fine. If shit like that ever happens to me again, I’m asking for a manager. It wasn’t the waitress’s fault, although a good one would know what a meatball sub should look like. I don’t mind even in a pandemic if she stuck her fucking finger in there to confirm it’s hot after the initial obvious blunder. I’m fucking vaccinated now even if she isn’t.
Btw, my Peruvian said her crab soup was warm, but got completely cold before she could finish what was only a cup of soup.
Later in the afternoon my stomach was churning and I briefly thought I was going to lose that awful sub right there on the cemetery lawn.
If I don’t get some good fucking food this holiday weekend l’m going to be pissed. Life is too short to eat shitty food.