Imagine the excitement of two commoners finding empty seats in a crowded Highland Park restaurant bar. We didn’t mind the tiny table wait until we experienced total fright just to the right. As these two scowlers sat with their arms crookedly crossed, the grumpiest man in all of Dallas growled, “All of those Asians look the same.” Wow. His snarling guy twin friend quickly barked, “Yep. Can’t tell any of em’ apart.” Double Wow.
Considering the guy I was dining with that evening just so happened to be— Asian, well, the tumbleweed was about to roll. Who says that? More importantly, who says that when they are sitting close enough to an Asian guy that they could high five him without lifting their bum from the bar stool?
The jury has returned with a guilty verdict. Go directly to racist jail. Do not pass go. Do not collect 200 dollars. The end. On a major by the way moment, um, who makes that kind of face during a racist comment? This guy’s facial expression is reserved for much worse than racial slurring. I could understand making this face after taking a bite of the butternut squash couscous burger at Ketchup Burger Bar, but not during a slur. After a full blown investigation into proper facial expressions to use during a racial slur, it appears to be the racist statement maker’s preference.
Grilled Italian bread with tomatoes,
Romano cheese, olive oil, garlic and
fresh basil.
These guys were not about to stomp on our parade that day. As we were whisked away to our non-racist-environment table, frowns were turned completely upside down. A cozy little two top in the corner was in order, which we graciously accepted. As we perused the menu, Bailey’s suddenly consumed our conversation. Knowing absolutely nothing about Bailey’s, life became worth living as we discussed the drama that has become Bailey’s Prime Plus.
So, Bailey’s Prime Plus owns lots of restaurants, including Patrizio. They had massive drama between manager’s fighting about yada at the Chesterfield. Since things didn’t seem to be working out for anyone— anywhere, they decided to hire superstar general manager— Ken Kuczwaj. His deal is to attempt and fix the existing problems. Just when it seemed like a normal end of the story, news that Avner Samuel and Jon Stevens, from Nosh and Snack Global, are involved as well. Rumor on the street states Snack Global is getting ready to crash, so what’s the deal?
As this is all old news to every writer in Dallas, I’m new to the city— so I don’t care. I approached the manager of Patrizio to inquire about a potential interview with someone. Anyone. Just a human involved in this debacle. A few days later the manager called stating Ken Kuczwaj would like to chat, even giving me his cell number. After speaking, Kuczwaj invited me to some kind of sit down and said he’d call back with details. Nada. Zero. Nothing ever happened. I began to cry— for hours. Those hours skipped days and turned into weeks. Finally, the sadness slowly slipped away after realizing AT&T, for reasons unknown, must have turned Kuczwaj’s phone off. This incident gave him no means of communication. Not to mention, he probably does not have access to a landline. <--- logical explanation.
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Baked Ziti
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Minus one scary bar customer’s racial slur, Patrizio is perfectly splendid. The ambiance is relaxing and the service spot on. The food didn’t fully blow my skirt up (as Randy Rucker would say…), but I’m just a girl with an opinion. All the drama seems to have settled since summer, and we are wishing everyone, especially Snack Global, the best of success.
FIVE: High 5!
FOUR: Please & Thank You
THREE: Yada
TWO: Double Wow
ONE: Wow + Ouch = Wouch
