After our interaction with the hostess in her frilled hot pink shirt, we request a table for two. She says that the only table they have is a rather large table, which we say is fine. When she said it was large, she wasn't kidding. Think wedding table for eight, with just two place-settings for us. Laughing as we sat down we were greeted by quite a few glances from adjacent tables.
A few minutes later we were visited by our waitress. She perfunctorily greets us and asks how we are, to which we reply, "great!" To our inquiry she says that she is "good, but busy." That's never a good sign for getting great service, but we continue to be friendly to her anyway. We tell her that we are there to have the "Date Special," which consists of two entrees, a bottle of wine, and two desserts, to which we add an appetizer. A few minutes later she arrives back with the bottle of wine and then a rather odd and confusing few minutes ensues. She starts by saying that she needs one of us to "help her" with the wine and Malini nominates David. So David asks what she's going to need him to do, so she begins walking him
through the process. "First, I am going to show you the bottle of wine and you will see if it's the one you ordered." So David looks at it and gives her approval. Then she continues narrating, saying that she is going to open the bottle of wine and that we can continue our conversation. It is at this point that we realize that she is simply explaining to us the regular process that happens when one orders a bottle of wine at a restaurant. She continues, explaining that "I'm going to pour a little wine in your glass and now you can swirl, smell, and taste." We still have no idea why she was walking us through this but later conclude that we must have looked like country bumpkins in the big city who needed a lesson in sophistication. But, instead of trying to prove otherwise (if that is even possible for the two of us), we decide to really play down our classiness, which includes taking the photos to document the entire wine tasting lesson that are displayed in this post. This also had the effect of making our neighboring tables aware of our rather 
unclassy behavior.
We continued to impress the waitress with our lack of social graces when we did the following things:
1) After opening the wine and taking our appetizer order (a flatbread), she brings a bread basket to the table which we both look at with puzzled expressions, sure that she has mixed up our appetizer. "That's just complimentary bread," she explains in response to our quizzical looks. Oh right, we break into laughter.
2) While twirling her necklace, a clasp comes loose and the necklace breaks in half. In trying to put the necklace back together, she has to bite on the clasp to tighten it. Of course, as she's gnawing on her necklace, the waitress returns, takes one look at what's going on and turns back around without saying a word.
through the process. "First, I am going to show you the bottle of wine and you will see if it's the one you ordered." So David looks at it and gives her approval. Then she continues narrating, saying that she is going to open the bottle of wine and that we can continue our conversation. It is at this point that we realize that she is simply explaining to us the regular process that happens when one orders a bottle of wine at a restaurant. She continues, explaining that "I'm going to pour a little wine in your glass and now you can swirl, smell, and taste." We still have no idea why she was walking us through this but later conclude that we must have looked like country bumpkins in the big city who needed a lesson in sophistication. But, instead of trying to prove otherwise (if that is even possible for the two of us), we decide to really play down our classiness, which includes taking the photos to document the entire wine tasting lesson that are displayed in this post. This also had the effect of making our neighboring tables aware of our rather 
unclassy behavior.We continued to impress the waitress with our lack of social graces when we did the following things:
1) After opening the wine and taking our appetizer order (a flatbread), she brings a bread basket to the table which we both look at with puzzled expressions, sure that she has mixed up our appetizer. "That's just complimentary bread," she explains in response to our quizzical looks. Oh right, we break into laughter.
2) While twirling her necklace, a clasp comes loose and the necklace breaks in half. In trying to put the necklace back together, she has to bite on the clasp to tighten it. Of course, as she's gnawing on her necklace, the waitress returns, takes one look at what's going on and turns back around without saying a word.
There was also an incident with another member of the waitstaff. Apparently word got around that we were a fun table and someone new brought by our appetizer, a pizza (nee, "flatbread") with "homemade mozzarella" and arugula. David, trying to be funny, asked if the arugula was also homemade. Unsure about David's attempt at humor, she laughed awkwardly and walked away. This led us to conclude that she hated us. However, when she came back with our entree, she put David's plate in front of him and leaned in while softly saying, "the pork is homemade as well," punching him lightly in the back as she walks away. Malini, unaware of what has transpired between her friend and the waitress, is taken aback and audibly gasps when David informs her that the server has just punched him in the back.
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