At Temple, I work with several former employees of Five, all of whom will loudly gripe about their last few months there. Half-smirking and half-wincing, they entertain me with stories like how the entire wait, bar, and kitchen staff would take rows of shots before opening the dining room because getting through the shift was unbearable otherwise. Not because of the customers, of course--Five always had a stellar staff that was eager to cater to every request I ever made, and I was very happy to see some of the same faces at Temple--but because Five was so poorly managed that the pure pandemonium that took place behind the scenes made it nearly impossible for them to maintain their sanity while working, especially while executing fine dining service.
Imagine needing a drink to get through a day at the office.
My first dinner at Five was incredible, yet the same entrees just a couple of weeks later were disasters. Thinking it was just one of those anomalies that occasionally appear when a restaurant first opens, I tried Five for dinner once more after that, but that was the last time I'd ever eat there. So sad: a beautiful restaurant (pretty bathrooms!), great staff, sexy beer and scotch list, but disappointing food with a you-gotta-be-kidding-me price tag. Plus... just a really weird spot for such a restaurant. Should be interesting to see what goes in that space now.
Hey, I'm back in Minnesota! I had the most annoying flight attendant on the way home. I nicknamed her "Your Passive-Aggressive Aunt Lynn" because she was so every Midwesterner's passive-aggressive mom/aunt/grandma (and her name was Lynn).
- After picking up my empty cocktail glass, she said, "wow, you drank that fast" while walking away.
- After serving me a coffee and my friend a second cocktail, she leaned over and whispered to me, "maybe you should tell your friend to have a coffee, too."
- After noticing my seatbelt was off while the fasten seatbelt sign was illuminated during flight, asking me about it, then hearing my explanation that I was just getting up to use the bathroom, she said "well, I guess that's your decision."
- After hearing my explanation that I was going to change out of my flip flops and skirt and into jeans and boots once I got to the spacious airport bathroom, she sighed, "alright, but that jetway isn't exactly gonna be warm."
At first I thought I was maybe being sensitive, but Lynn made a few other comments (that I can't remember right now because it's 3am and I'm still on Caribbean time) and those really pissed off my friend, too. Then one of the other passengers voiced a fairly audible complaint about her as we were de-boarding, which made me feel justified.
Oh baby, I am so sleeping in tomorrow.