So I kind of fancy myself something of a chowhound Magellan, spending lunch hours randomly driving up city streets in search of virgin chow territory, coffee shops, dives...whatever.
Today, I'm munching my tacos al pastor, cruising a street I haven't been down in a while and I spy this new green awning with the big, white block letters "Polish Lounge" across the front. I noticed at the last second, so couldn't get a good look through the tiny storefront windows, which were tinted anyway. Just a sign that said "Open". "Wow...I love eastern European food, and always keep my eye out for new places. How could I not know about this?" I think to myself. It's not exactly an obscure neighborhood, just a little out of the mainstream.
So I hurriedly get back to work, salivating over visions of cabbage rolls and pierogis. Get to my desk and jump on-line and.....nothing. Huh? Not a mention of the place. Searched by address...nothing. City of Minneapolis licensing....nothing. Yellow pages...address and phone number.
OK, self admission time. Come on...you can relate. This is a Chowhound's dream...to be the one who found it first, right??? Finally, I can be the insider. The one to shepherd the starving flock to a pasture of untrodden deliciousness!!
So, I decide to make the awkward call since it's a good 20 minute drive from my office and I can't just pop in:
(muffled voice saying "Polish Lounge")
Me, excitedly: "Hi. Uh. Kind of odd question. Ummm. What kind of place are you? Uh. Do you serve food?"
Muffled Voice: "Yeah...we're actually a nail salon. The PAH-lish Lounge."
Me: (awkward Mark Spitz-like backstroke out of embarrassing situation) "Oh. Have you considered serving food, to cover both possibilities?"
Click. (((((insert dial tone and sound of bubble bursting here))))))
So...anyone else ever have this kind of "oops" while chowhound spelunking/exploring?