The scene: Euzkadi, "hot" Basque restaurant on E. 4 St between 1st and 2nd Aves.
The time: last Friday night, 8:30 pm
Us: "Hi, we have reservations under the name ___."
Waiter: "Oh. We don't take reservations."
Us: "But we called earlier today, and someone..."
But before we can finish, the waiter simply turns and walks away. We wait for him to return. He doesn't.
We call over another waiter. He finds our name, eventually, on a schoolboy pad of paper. Tells us "ten minutes."
I ask the bartender if she has any Catalan drinks. She rudely points to a chalkboard list of cocktails, all of them variations of American drinks. "But I'm asking because it's not on the list," I say. She replies, "If it's not here, we don't have it."
We order drinks, which we have to drink standing by the door (no room anywhere). We finish drinks, look around. No table is even close to finishing. No one acknowledges our presence.
We leave, very pissed off, and resolved never to return.
Yet the place is packed. What gives?