Well. Well. Well.

Guess who walked through the front door tonight.

Remember the bad review I get three or so weeks ago.

Remember the guy who publicly claimed he’d never be back.

Remember how he said I was an asshole.

Yeap.

Rolled in promptly for the 730 reservation at 7:55.

Pretended not to know me. Tried to engage the bartender about the less than friendly host at the door. The host who actually went out of the way to make sure you and your friends were able to sit together. The host who only said hello when you entered.

Yeah.

That guy. Sporting his reddest of red hats. On backwards of course. Guess what was written on the front of the hat?

It clearly told us everything we needed to know about him.

And of course.

Nothing was right.

Somehow, my stellar bar staff who waits on more people than any other persons in the building made not 1, not 2, but 3 mistakes.

I don’t buy it.

They also stayed forever when we should have been on our way home at 9:30.

We’ll see if he writes another review.

PS. He didn’t touch me tonight. But he did rub his hand down the shoulder of the server who sat him. She was not amused.