I went to lunch today with T, downtown Houston. There is apparently a city under the city, with tunnels & walkways & plazas covering about 40 blocks (plus or minus). I never knew. But you can walk for miles without ever going out into the open air.
Which I guess is good on rainy days, but it got a little weird after awhile. But that's not actually why I wrote the title.
The real reason why, is that when we went into the restaurant, the first thing the waiter says to us is "I'd bring you bread, but we're all out... Can I get you something to drink?"
To which I answered, "absolutely. Bring me a Riesling or a Pinot Grigio."
He then informs me that they don't serve alcohol.
Okay, fine. I can live without wine at lunchtime. (It's a struggle, but I'm strong).
But here's the kicker. At the end of the meal, when we declined desert, he informed us that the espresso machine was broken. So sorry.
So, in summary. Underground restaurant. No bread. No wine. No espresso.
I am in withdrawl.
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Lord, Rachel, how did you choose that place??? I can give you the names of any number of places to get real bread, good wine and espresso at lunch in Houston, maybe even in the tunnel - although that wouldn't be my first choice.
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