Went to Black Pearl on Ave. A (btw 1st and 2nd) Friday night. We were a party of four, and the place was packed, but we all had a craving for some fried goodness. It took about 30 - 45 minutes before a table opened up, but the hostess was very helpful and approachable. Plus, the bar staff was great, so we didn't mind hanging out.
When our table was ready, we paid our tab and brought our beers with us--after checking with the hostess that it was okay, of course. Our waiter, Dave, took our order: two lobster rolls, one oyster roll, one fried clam, and two orders of Gus' pickles. Five minutes later, he came back and asked if he had taken our order. 'Yes, you sure did.'
Three of our entrees arrived, and as we waited for the fourth, Dave came back, and asked us if he could take our order. I think at that point, we just stared blankly at him as another server brought our fourth dinner. Dave went away.
When Dave brought the bill, we were surprised that we had been charged an additional $18 for beer. But the kicker is that the charge was added in pen at the bottom of the bill. My husband disputed the "charge" and (Crackhead) Dave gestured to our empty glasses and mumbled 'well, somebody drank them' before scribbling the charge off the bill and handing it back to us. **I'd like to point out the fact that there were four empty glasses on our table, and the beers were $6 each, so his math was a little off with the $18 charge**
We paid up in cash and left. As we were walking toward Houston laughing about the experience, Crackhead Dave the Waiter chased us down, shouting 'You didn't pay me! Where's my money?" We told him we had paid, where we left the money on the table and he mumbled something and walked away. Then he came racing back demanding that we pay him 'You owe me money! I'm not paying for it!' He was freaking out in a bad way at this point.
So we went back to the restaurant. As we walked back in, CDtW gestured toward our table. "See? There's no money!" The table had been bussed and reset--of course there was no money. As CDtW went off to get the manager, our hostess told us that she believed us. The manager came out, walked up to my husband and said "what's your problem?" Very helpful.
Finally, one of the servers came out and sorted the situation out--he had the table bussed, and CDtW's money was in the back.
Here's what we got:
--No apology from the Manager.
--A handshake from CDtW as he mumbled "I just didn't want to pay for it"