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Birraporetti's - Theater District

DoobieWah | Jun 8, 201510:12 AM

Went to a show downtown Saturday night.

A friend suggested going early and hanging out at BP's before heading to the theater.

So far, so good.

Back in the day, (early to mid 80's), we would frequently lunch at the Birraporetti's on Crossview just a few yards south of Westheimer. It was decent. I still fondly remember the cannelloni.

I hadn't been in another one since, and unfortunately it's not the same.

On Saturday we had some time to kill, so we ordered the spinach artichoke dip and a round of drinks to start. My ladyfriend ordered a Bellini which was excellent, her friend ordered wine which was apparently acceptable, and I a bottle of Peroni, (Italian beer).

Finishing those, (and still with time to kill), we ordered another round and my companion and I ordered a pizza and her friend spaghetti and meatballs.

So far, so good.

The waitress arrived shortly with the drinks and nimbly delivered the wine and the Bellini and...

(You know where this is going, right?)

...spilled my beer all over my slacks and dress shirt. Now I have to brag that several other diners seated near us complimented me on my speed and dexterity at jumping up to avoid the majority of the beer, but I got a good soaking nonetheless, and needless to say smelled like a brewery for the rest of the evening in the rather cramped quarters of the theater.

But, I digress.

Having finally gotten that cleaned up, (and a more carefully re-placed birra), the pizza arrived all by its lonesome. Like good dining companions we waited for the spaghetti and meatballs to make an appearance and...

(You know where this is going, right?)

...waited and waited and waited.

Finally getting our waitress' attention, she went to check and we waited and...

She finally came back to let us know that while she put the order in, the kitchen had forgotten to make it so we all dug into the fair to mediocre pizza and had just about polished it off when the dish arrived.

Now, I understand that shit happens. I'm a very compassionate and reasonable guy and definitely more stoic than reactionary, but spaghetti and meatballs? It wasn't being made to order I'm sure, so for it to have taken 45 minutes from order to delivery was just ridiculous. I'll admit it was pretty good; the meatballs are a little bit filling-heavy for my taste, but I knew going in that they weren't going to be as good as mine. [wink]

When the bill arrived, I was pleasantly surprised to see that they hadn't charged me for the beer that was finally beginning to dry on my clothes, but not so much as an after dinner mint as compensation for the spill, the delay in the food, etc.

As I said above, I understand that shit happens but it's what you do about it that makes it "OK". They did nothing. We even had to ask for napkins to replace the ones with which we wiped up the spilled beer.

Once upon a time, it seemed there were Birraporetti's all over the place, but I see that there are only three now - that one as well as one in Friendswood and one in Arlington.

I think we'll go elsewhere next time.

I suggest you do the same.

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