So here we were, hungry at 1:30. Not unusual. One of us had just got off numerous flights wending their leisurely way from Dallas to Toronto to Ottawa, with a wake-up time of 4:15 a.m. No breakfast. "Let's try Stoneface Dolly's!" I suggest. Now, we'd been there once before for an unmemorable meal, but because so many people like it, we thought we'd try again. We walk in the door. The waiter is the only guy in the place, well, save a woman who gave off a vibe of working there. When we walked in, he sighed loudly and pointedly looked at his watch, a pained expression on his face. "Are you open for lunch?" I ask brightly. A pause, a resigned shrug, another obvious gawk at his watch. The place is supposed to serve lunch until 2. "Yesssss," he said resignedly but with a pissed off sound to his voice. "If it's too much bother we'll leave," I say. "Who says it's a bother," he says belligerently. We turned on our heels and left -- fleeing to the exceptional service at the Mekong.
So, tell me, what's so great about this place? My first experience wasn't very good. This time it was terrible. Enough to merit three strikes and the restaurant is off my list for good.