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I loved Roberta's; if someone came for a visit, I would take them there. I liked the seating arrangements--long communal tables; I liked the refurbished building and outdoor seating; I liked the BYOB policy (now, however, extinct); I liked everything about the place, including the pies. But after my experience there this past weekend, I can't say that I'll be back. The proprietor of the place--I don't know his name--revealed himself to be a most tacky and unprofessional pie-slinging gigolo. I had been waiting at the bar for a table, along with my two companions, for nearly an hour--when a table finally opened up, I shuffled off my stool and headed over so as to seat myself--however, I was preempted by a foursome--a most loathsome and wolfish foursome I might add--whom I had seen enter the 'joint' nearly 20 minutes after my own punctilious arrival. Well, as you can imagine, I was in a huff. This huff lead me to leave within it and so I did--suffering no obsequious deterrent from the proprietor--no, "Sorry, a table will be ready soon, have a drink on me" no "I'm so sorry, here, have a free pile of pig cheek to assuage your bubbling bile" no "forgive me, sweet prince," (aside to lowly waitress) "give this man a free brick of fresh 'moz' and a customized bib!". In short, SERIOUS EATS friends, this man did nothing!! I was waiting for pizza--PIZZA--the finest of foods--and this man allowed a mongrel crew of usurpers to derail my chug-a-lug. Fie, fie, fie on you Roberta.