Oh, where do I begin with my delightful experience at Miru Restaurant? Let me paint you a picture of this enchanting Sunday morning adventure. Picture this: a party of seven, including myself, my husband, my lovely mother-in-law visiting from overseas, and four of our charming, yet ravenous children. We had made a reservation and arrived promptly, only to be greeted by the joyous prospect of waiting for a solid 10-15 minutes to be seated. Oh, the anticipation!
But wait, it gets better! We eagerly awaited the opportunity to place our orders, only to discover that waiting was the theme of the day. Forty minutes of pure bliss went by before our food finally graced our table. A delightful assortment of egg dishes and oatmeal, because who doesn't love oatmeal for breakfast at a Japanese restaurant?
Now, let's talk about the service. Our waiter, oh, what a charmer! Cold, uninviting, and uninterested, he rarely graced us with his presence. No bread or any form of sustenance was offered to appease our growling stomachs during the agonizing wait. To add to the excitement, the table was adorned with nothing but chopsticks. Clearly, they were going for an avant-garde approach to silverware.
Ah, the highlight of the morning arrived when the busser made his grand entrance, carrying two portions of eggs Benedict. One of them, in a moment of pure grace, was dropped on me. It was a true masterpiece, landing on my seat, handbag, shoes, phone, and trousers. Oh, the joy! But fear not, for the busser swiftly apologized and vanished into thin air, leaving me to clean up the mess with my trusty napkin.
Speaking of napkins, I must commend the staff on their promptness in providing me with a new one. Well, after I requested it twice, that is. A different member of the wait staff kindly graced me with a fresh napkin, as if it were a rare gem to be cherished.
Now, let's move on to my dear husband's oatmeal adventure. Oh, the suspense! He patiently awaited his spoon, only to realize that it was a forgotten luxury. It was only when we decided we had endured enough of this culinary rollercoaster that we brought it to their attention. Bravo, Miru, for keeping us on our toes until the very end!
But wait, there's more! The pièce de résistance arrived when the manager, in all his glory, presented me with a piece of paper bearing his name and a generous $20 bill. Yes, ladies and gentlemen, that was the solution to the mishap with my designer bag and shoes. How thoughtful! I couldn't help but feel overwhelmed by their generosity.
In the end, my dear husband requested the check, and without a moment's hesitation, it was delivered. Not a trace of concern for the less-than-stellar service we had endured. Alas, we paid the bill, leaving behind no tip, as a token of our appreciation for the worst service we've encountered in quite some time.
Now, let's not forget the silver lining in this tale of woe. The food, oh, the food! For what it's worth, the dishes were quite enjoyable, and the coffee, a true delight. They even graciously offered me a refill just as I was about to make my grand exit. And let's not forget the stunning ambiance of the place. Truly, a feast for the eyes.
So, my friends, if you're in the mood for an experience that will leave you feeling less than, unimportant, and unwelcome, Miru Restaurant is the place to be. Just be prepared to pay a pretty penny for the privilege. Bon appétit! read more