We had originally intended on coming to Vintage in salute to Singles Awareness Day.
We attempted to sit outside until one of us kept passive agressively coughing in protest to the smokers. “Sorry ma’am, but we DO allow smoking out here.”
We were then seated inside, where we were treated to the sight of basic black tables, a few scattered votives and bare ass walls.
I would say they pursued the minimal approach but I’m more inclined to think they ran out of cash!
Did none of them have an annoying child who’s 2nd grade art they could have immortalized? Then, if one of the dried noodles ever came loose from that portrait of daddy, it will probably fall into someone’s food and be put to use.
Very circle of life.
However, when one of our party ditched us for half the night to text and talk to her on again off again boyfriend, we began to feel slighted.
As we sipped our wine and munched on bland pizza and pretty fantastic deviled eggs, we grew more bitter as we soon realized she had ditched us for good and stiffed us with the bill!
“Well, now that’s kind of shitty” one of us commented. (I’m so cryptic, but I dine with royalty. I must keep identities private)
As we all begrudgingly put in extra dough for the missing person, one of us suddenly came bouncing around the corner. She did not appreciate our annoyed and perplexed gazes.
One of us visited an ATM later to pay us back at one of ours’ requests. And then one of us got a parking ticket.
Happy Valentines Day to one (of us) and all!