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I have a peculiar and obnoxious talent for ordering whatever a restaurant will be out of. It's happened to me all my life. In one of the worst instances, years ago at a breakfast place, I think I ordered five different dishes before they finally had something in stock; no one else at the table had the same problem. My taste in food must be either unduly common or excessively obscure.

On Wednesday, after softball, twenty-someodd of us piled into the new Peel Pub on College, an American-style bar but with very cheap prices. Gavin regailed us with just how good the onion rings were when he'd gone recently. When I saw the menu, the appetizer which enticed me as a blooming onion, a lovely greasy dish all-too-rarely found on pub menus. Our sub-group within our horde ordered last.

I ordered the onion, a banana dacquiri, and the special which had been advertised out front, a Mexican chicken salad (which only cost $3.99!). "We're out." said the waiter, referring to the onion. Disappointed, I ordered the onion rings instead. "We're out of those too." The pub had a new owner who was changing the menu. Onions seemed to no longer be in favor. I gave up on appetizers, figuring I could always order dessert.

Fifteen minutes later, all the manu variants on beer had arrived at the long meander of a table, but not my drink. The waiter came back. "We're out of banana. Is strawberry okay?" I said it was. Shortly afterwards, he returned to let someone else in my sub-group know that they were out of their order too. J. changed her order and we all blamed her luck on me. They were all grateful that I didn't like beer.

Half an hour later, most of the food showed up. Still no drink. I asked after it, and the waiter promised it would only be a little longer.

Five minutes later, a strawberry margarita showed up for me.

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curtana
Jul. 16th, 2004 07:58 am (UTC)
The (original, as far as I know) Peel Pub in Montreal is a nasty, nasty hole where only underage kids and first-year university students who don't know any better go. It's said to recycle beer, among other unpleasant rumours. The only time I ever went there, they burned my nachos to a crisp.

I did go to the new one here a few days back, since we were killing time between Fringe shows and there was nothing else in the area that was still open. It was better-lit than the one in Montreal, and less dank (so far), but it was still inordinately noisy (with TVs and music and even a few people's voices) and the service was so-so. And I didn't have any food, just a glass of pop ;)
owlfish
Jul. 16th, 2004 08:01 am (UTC)
The service wasn't great, but after the waiter brought a bunch of free beer and said not to worry about the cost of my dacquiri/margarita, it didn't matter so much. And my salad was pretty good, even if the pizzas were apparently dull. I'd never been to a Peel Pub and this one was hit-and-miss enough I certainly wouldn't go out of my way to go back. The waiter turned down the music for us when we asked, so the noise levels were quite civilized.

Still, it didn't bode well financially that it had been a Peel Pub since March and that as of July it was already under new owndership.
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owlfish
Jul. 16th, 2004 08:29 am (UTC)
It was a tasty, frilly drink of the lurid red variety which attracted a few people down to my end of the table to ask me about it. As a conversation starter, it was ideal, and it even tasted pretty good.
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