So for my last dining package, I decided to try the new restaurant/bar Commissary, from the group that also owns The Heights.  And you know how I feel about The Heights.  But, hey, the food looked okay, so I invited belmontmedina along to help me review their Happy Hour specials.

Well, I get there first and I’m greeted by these two women:

women: are you here for an “event” ??

me: no

women: the place is closed to the public until 8, but if you would like to talk to the hostess, she’s inside.

me: okay… thanks. [in my head: FUCK!]

So now I call BS and ask what I should do.  This is the ONLY night I have free to check out this place (because I’m a huge procrastinator, I was right up to my deadline.)  And I don’t want to pull the whole *I’m press, I need to get in there STAT* thing.  But, really, there’s no other choice.  Ugh.

So I go see the hostess, tell her I’m reviewing the place for Express and that I could just sit outside or at the bar and taste one drink and one appetizer and I’d be on my way.  She finds the owner/manager (?) and well, he says no and sorry.  So I give them my best *I fucking hate you* smile and say, “I’m sorry too.”

And then I leave and freak the eff out.  So glad I had b-medina with me, as she directed me to a super badass cocktail event at Bar Pilar.

The Hard Stuff: Tuesdays With Adam [Express]

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