Oh Well

We really wanted Roma Pizza to work out for us. It is a mile away from the house, so it makes a per­fect dis­tance for walk­ing to, hav­ing a meal and strolling back from. We have been there three times since they opened a few months ago, the first was about a month after they opened. The last was last Friday.

On our first visit the ser­vice was spotty, which we chalked up to teething pains. The pizza was great, right up there with our old favorite Ferrando’s.

On our sec­ond visit the pizza was great, as was the service.

Last Fri­day when we walked in, the host­ess grabbed two menus and looked over towards the bar area and asked a woman sit­ting there, was Missy in yet. To which the woman, pos­si­bly a man­ager or owner said, “She’ll be here momen­tar­ily.” We were seated at a booth and off the host­ess went with­out fur­ther word. We really didn’t need the menu as we knew what we were get­ting, a five top­ping pie, two gar­den sal­ads, water and a sweet tea. We sat for a few min­utes and won­dered among our­selves what momen­tar­ily meant. After a while a wait­ress appeared and stopped at the booth behind us and asked the occu­pants did they want any­thing else, as they were fin­ish­ing up. The wait­ress didn’t even look our way, obvi­ously she wasn’t Missy. We had now been seated for a good five min­utes and we had got­ten not so much as a some­body will be right with you from any of the 4 restau­rant employ­ees in sight. Not even water yet. We then decided that we didn’t feel like wait­ing for Missy any longer, so got up to leave. As we headed for the door, Donna said, in a voice loud enough to be heard by nearly every­one in atten­dance, “I guess we’ll have to go some­where else to get waited on!” The host­ess replied, “OK.” I kept on going out the door, but Donna turned around and gave the host­ess a piece of her mind before join­ing me in the park­ing lot. We went to Krogers, bought a Digiorno Frozen Pizza, went home and ate it.

We were boy­cotting Ferrando’s because they closed the loca­tion we liked in down­town and opened a store on the south side. And while the new spot is actu­ally closer to us, it is less con­ve­nient and always crowded mak­ing get­ting a table hard. But tonight when we wanted “real” pizza we went to Ferrando’s. But we went early, almost right after work at five o’clock and it was a smooth experience.