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Fatty’s (Astoria) -- Inexplicably bizarre behavior (long)

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Fatty’s (Astoria) -- Inexplicably bizarre behavior (long)

ChowLad | Aug 27, 2005 11:46 AM

My boyfriend lives on Crescent and Ditmars, so Fatty’s has become, in the past 8 or so months that he’s lived there, our local dinner spot. We’ve probably been there about 20 times in all. After last night, however, I don’t think I’ll ever return.

Our waiter was rude from the very beginning. He was either completely absent or distracted/irritated when he was around. While we’ve never experienced service like that before, we didn’t mind all that much as we were still having a good time. My boyfriend ordered the roast pork with apple (?) chipotle sauce. He asked if it was spicy, to which the waiter responded that it probably was, and requested the sauce on the side. All well and good. When the food came, the sauce was on it. The waiter told us that the chef wouldn’t prepare it without the sauce but if my boyfriend was unhappy with the dish, they would replace it. As it turned out, the sauce was not spicy, but the meat was incredibly dry – almost like jerky. We brought this to the waiter’s attention. He said it is state law that the meat has to reach 140 degrees and their hands are tied in the way it’s prepared. Fine. We requested to see the owner, who knows us and knows us to be regular, well-paying and well-tipping customers. He said the same thing. Once again, it doesn’t change the fact that the food wasn’t enjoyable as it was prepared (a fact that neither of us felt he acknowledged or appreciated), but we were both willing to accept the explanation and remember not to order pork there again.

Our plates were cleared and the (rude) waiter came by and unceremoniously dropped on the table a plastic bag with something wrapped in a paper bag inside. Now, hounds, can you guess what this lovely package was?

..

A piece of raw pork!

We called the owner over once again to explain what this was supposed to mean. We were both pretty sure it was an unambiguous “F-you” gesture, but we were willing to listen to an explanation. He told us that since we weren’t satisfied the way pork was prepared at their establishment, we were welcome to cook it the way we liked at home.

I would really, really like to turn the other cheek and attempt to give him the benefit of the doubt, and try, somehow, to believe that he was being sincere, but honestly I can't help but be reminded of the horse’s head scene in Godfather.

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