Now, before I go off, let me just say I have properly assessed and accepted the blame for my end of this. I wouldn't call it "blame" necessarily, but I do think I am partially at fault. Anyways, here's the deal:
Called Indique in Cleveland Park on Friday night a little before 7. I asked if there was a wait for a table. This is where I am culpable. It's a stupid question that should have never been asked. Friday night, Cleveland Park...figure it out. I'm not sure what I was thinking, but it is clear that I WASN'T thinking. Anyhow, the man on the phone says no, as in there is no wait. Fifteen minutes later I'm there with my girlfriend (I'm fortunate to live a stone's throw from there). What's the story? 45-minute wait for a table. Now, come on. It was an appropriate punishment for me for believing there was no wait, but I can not believe that the place went from no wait to a 45 minute wait in the span of 15 minutes. No chance. And to not tell me there was a wait when I called is a pretty poor thing to do. So, we went somewhere else.
But now I won't go back. Between this and the disappointing lunch I had there with a menu smaller than anything I have ever seen, I'm thru with the place. I would have gone back had they politely told me there was a wait when I called. Instead, I just won't go back on principle. I enjoy the dinner menu and food there, but they're not the only place in town serving good Indian food, especially when I can get it better elsewhere.
Am I being too extreme here? It just BURNED me when he said 45-minute wait...and I don't take lightly to these things.
Anyhow, Happy Eating.