Arts $16 for Three Scallops
But, hey, they were good scallops, and it’s a tapas place, and the portions are supposed to be small, and it’s not really the scallops that pissed me off anyway.
I was at Harvest Vine on Madison with my boyfriend earlier this week. It’s a pricey place, we’ve never been before, and we were suddenly kid-free for an evening. So why not go blow a little money? We were braced for the prices, having been warned. What I wasn’t braced was… the… butter police.
So they put some bread in front of us. Little round slices of crusty white bread. Tasty. But… missing something. No butter, no olive oil. So when one of the servers asked us if everything was okay, I said yes, then asked if we could get a little butter for the bread.
“Oh,” she said, “we don’t do that here.”
You would think I had asked her for a lap dance. Or a happy ending. Or something that just isn’t done in, you know, nice restaurants. But if I’m paying $5.33 per scallop, and I want a little fucking butter for my bread, I think you should give me some motherfucking butter.