The four of us (Ben, Grace, Ruby and Mae) went to Pergola, the new place on the square in Fort Thomas. We wanted to like it. We really did. That's why we gave it a second chance after the Father's Day debacle (when we went and waited to be seated only to be told they were closed. At 1:30. And they were supposed to be until 2:00. It's cool. Panera always satisfies. Especially Ben.)
We felt pretty forgiving and optimistic when we decided to try it again after the screening of our entry for the 48 Hour Film Festival. We sat down and, strike one, the waiter didn't laugh when Mae tried to tell a joke. Dude. Lesson one in servery: laugh at the blond chick...even when the joke isn't funny.
Then...flat Coke. No biggie. But the best part of the evening (at least my favorite part) was when they brought the dinners. Personal size pizzas were on the menu so Grace and I split one and Ben got one for his dinner. When the waiter brought them out, some of the toppings were mixed up. No problem. We're pretty forgiving people. But when he came back and told us that The Kitchen said there was no mix-up: "They said the roasted garlic is underneath the cheese. And they've chopped it up REALLY small."
Okay.
Sure.
So small we can't see it.
Or taste it.
Right.
All of this can be overlooked. But when we got the bill and were charged for the flat Cokes that were returned after one sip AND the invisible toppings, Pergola was dead to us.
So our diagnosis: Sure, try it. We dare you. But only for the pizza (carry-out, for your sake). And make sure they don't use any of those "invisible" toppings.
comments: (1)
-Yeah, Tell 'em you're only paying for the toppings you can SEE.
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