Dec 12, 2007
Myst is what I thought to be a great watering hole for the suburbs. My thoughts after the latest experience have changed. I headed here with friends on a Friday night, looking for the usually dependable Myst experience - a nice place to chill outdoors, have some drinks amongst good company, and order some starters. Let me get right to the point...yes, my friends so rightly points out, we found a f*cking dead cockroach in our bowl of peanuts. Some of the ridiculous excuses we heard:
1. "We had pest control done the other day" - oh f*cking fantastic, that makes it all right, bring me a bowl of roaches, please!
2. "Sorry ma'am, it won't happen again" - of course it won't, you morons! It's not as if you made my food too spicy, I found the most detestable insect on earth in my bowl of peanuts!
3. "It's never happened before ma'am" - WTF, you think I'm lying assh*le?
After a ton of back and forth, the manager finally met us after we'd already decided to pack up. He offered for us to check out his kitchen and offered a round of drinks and some food on the house. By that time, the only thing I could think about were creepy crawlers in my stomach. Yech! I'm staying away from this place. Will most likely park myself at Vanilla from hereon out. Meet me there, gang!