In A Pickle.

Last Friday, three of my good friends and I headed out for, what was supposed to be, a relaxed and enjoyable dinner out at The Pickle Barrel. It was anything but.

First of all, from the time we were seated till we got our food it had been 1 hour and 28 minutes. Never in my life have I ever, ever waited that long for food! We were seated in a booth next to many other "reject" customers which included, but was not limited to, families with children who could not stop crying, frizzy haired girls, and elderly people with all the time in the world.

Either the restaurant was under staffed or the staff just extremely suck at their jobs.

Some highlights of the night included our socially-awkward waitress asking us if we wanted meat gravy after noticing we all ordered vegetarian dishes. A veggie burger, a veggie wrap, and a salmon entree. Who the hell asks if you want meat gravy after taking that order???

"Can I get fries with my salmon?" I ask. Instead of saying "yes sir you're food is so late I'll make sure you get whatever it is you would like", the girl abruptly swings over to my side of the table, unlocks her back and hangs over the menu like a loose hinge. She was vulturish. She peered intensely into the glossy pages of the menu and said, "Okay.". Then she spazztically walked off, almost in a robotic manner. A robot on acid.

One of us orders beef with shrimp. The waitress responds, "So that's beef with baby back ribs?"

Straight up; WTF? What? How? Howwww did that happen? How do you mistake SHRIMP for Baby-Back Ribs? And what kind of entree has 2 beef items?

So, we get our food ubber late and it's what? COLD. Spell it: C-O-L-D.

Our pathetic-ass waitress not only didn't know the restaurant menu, but she made sure our food got nice and cold, just perfect for eating! Not! Besides the fact that she was socially-awkward, completely oblivious of he surroundings, and a spazztic mover, she had no courtesy or respect for the, count 'em two, TWO tables she had to take care of!!! Who the F makes sure their 2 tables get their food sooo late!

Our food was so late we started chatting with the frizzy-haired girls. You know it's bad when patrons at the restaurant start making small-talk with their neighbours.

Lesson Learned?

Don't go to the Pickle Barrel inside Erin Mills. However, if you absolutely must, make sure you don't get seated with the rejects and take 4 hours out of your daybook; you're gonna need it!