Seeking dinner on this nasty night and me with the remains of a cold, went into Angeline's Louisiana Kitchen. We had some trouble ordering as the waitress seemed quite busy but after a while she sent the manager/owner to take our order. My husband and I ordered to share: a cup of gumbo and the Andouille meatballs and I got the Brussels sprouts. The gumbo was spicy and my husband was scarfing it down. I couldn't get much taste because of my cold. Despite my cold I could tell the meatballs were fantastic, tender and huge, in a spicy and delicious tomato sauce. Quite a bargain at, I believe $9.95. (I don't remember for sure and the website isn't updated.) We ate these leisurely, dipping the piece of adequate but not great bread into the sauce. Then I waited a while for my Brussels sprouts which, when they came, were good--as I posted in the past. We had ordered the buttermilk fried chicken to share also--it comes with Blue Lake beans and mashed sweets so after a few sprouts I decided to save the rest to have with the chicken. We waited. And waited. And waited. As the brown butter on the sprouts congealed to a slimy grease and as the table next to us, which had ordered virtually at the same time, finished their entrees (including chicken!), my husband Who Hates To Make A Fuss asked the waitress about our chicken. She snarled at us that it would be right out. We sat some more and asked again. She snarled again: 4 more minutes. We waited 10 and asked again. 2 more minutes. Still no sign of chicken though tables that were seated after us were getting entrees. Finally my husband said, "Can we have the check?" She brought it and slammed it down. The manager (owner?) came over. I thought he was going to apologize. Instead he said he checked the computer and it was only twenty minutes from when we'd originally ordered. This was so far from the truth and from what was possible considering what we'd ordered, waited for and gotten and eaten, that I was offended.
My husband left a tip. For that I was pissed at him on the way home. And yet I can't remember the last time we felt this way about a restaurant experience. If only the chicken had come. If only the waitress had been nice. If only the manager had been apologetic.
And I'd been planning to post that there should be a "Ball Crawl" with Pizziaolo's (admitttedly not a bargain) balls and these, too.
Am I way off course.