Saturday night, my guy friend and I had just finished a lovely evening at our favourite hooka place, and I suggested we get some breakfast at Village Inn. This was around midnight, mind you, which wasn't a problem because VI is open 24 hours on Friday and Saturday nights.
We go in to find no one there to seat us. One waiter was talking with the people sitting near the door; after a few minutes he apologized to us, saying he'd seat us if he wasn't with customers. Yeah, really with, looks like you were just shooting the shit. Eventually the hostess comes up from wherever the hell she was, wearing a slinky short red sparkly dress that didn't really suit her, and flipflops, which just made it worse coz her legs looked dumpy. Ummmm...why are you wearing an outfit like that to seat people in a nearly deserted all-day breakfast joint? Whatever, she passed us off to our waiter, who let us sit where we wanted.
I ordered a breakfast burrito without bacon, and my friend ordered a ham and cheese scramble without onions. We waited over a half hour for our food. When our waiter finally came back, my friend asked him what was taking so long. He apologized and explained that there was only one cook. WHAT?! Granted, the place wasn't too busy, but there were about five tables besides us, why did management have only one person cooking?!
I saw something pink in the end of my burrito, and pulled it out. I thought it was an insipid tomato...it was a piece of ham. I had specifically asked for the bacon to be removed from the burrito because I am a vegetarian, not because I don't like bacon. I certainly did NOT ask for ham. I explained this to the waiter, who then divulged that "red and green chili" poured over the burrito was, in fact, actual meat-stew-like-stuff and not chili peppers, as I had thought. Ohhhh boy. Well, he took the burrito away to have it remade without ham and without chili. The cook suggested ranchero sauce instead of the chili, so I opted for that.
Another 15 minutes or so go by and I'm reduced to stealing ham-less bits of my friend's scramble (HIS order was correct) and his fruit salad. Finally, my meatless burrito comes out and I devour it, including the ranchero sauce which was an inspired idea.
My friend paid, and he didn't say anything about my item being discounted or anything, so I suppose he paid full price for everything, despite the problems we had and the wait that prompted me to ask him if I could sue for malnutrition. We didn't get out of there til 2am.
Ah well, there's a reason we call it the Village Idiot.