We had a meeting with some outside folks here yesterday and we ordered some sandwiches from The Bread Factory. I grabbed a chicken sandwich and it was terrible from bite one... just, well... blah. Just tasted really processed and artificial... that's the best way I can describe it.
By the end of the day, my stomach wasn't feeling well at all, so when my friend Susie told me she wanted to have some bar food after work, I was a little hesitant, but went along. We went to Heartland Brewery in Union Square.
I ordered a salmon burger and mashed potatoes. I didn't each two bites of the mashed potatoes before I realized that any further consumption would cause something bad to happen, so I stopped. If you know me, you know that not only do I never get sick, but it takes a lot to get me to stop eating.... so things weren't good at all. I asked our waitress for a ginger ale after I already had an iced tea still sitting full.
That should have been the first thing that tipped her off.
The whole time she keeps walking by us, glancing over, and I'm not eating at all. Hint two. Something's obviously wrong. I got annoyed because I figured she thought there was something wrong with the food and wanted to avoid having to take something back.
When Susie was almost done with her food, she comes over to me, and completely oblvious of the fact that I hadn't eaten at all, she goes, "Are you done with that?"
Done? I hadn't touched it! So I asked her to wrap it up because I had eaten something bad for lunch and wasn't feeling well, but there was nothing wrong with the food (not that she cared).
She didn't ask if I was ok or felt sick. If I were her, I might have casually mentioned where the restrooms were, just in case. But, nothing. She comes back with the food wrapped and the check. No, "Feel better".
Susie thought I was being ridiculous, but I was really annoyed. I think a good waitress would have been a little more sympathetic.
In case you people care, I'm still not feeling too well... That's the last time I get anything at the Bread Factory.