The Pizza Incident
We had our big pig roast and wine extravaganza at our warehouse this Sunday.
I think we had about 100-125 people. These are just some random shots of drinkers.
Lots of drinking was the game of the day. We probably had close to 100 bottles open, so virtually every person there could have drank his own bottle.
The funniest story I heard was that a trio of young guys came down and were intently tasting the rieslings and were actually high-fiving when they found a really good one.
Who high-fives for good wine?
The food got rave reviews. Unfortunately, I worked so hard I had not the time to get anything more than a cheese plate. The main course was the pig pictured above.
So after we clean up the warehouse and get everything back together, six of us went out to get some beers and cheap bar food. We went to a place in Twinsburg called Rav's Creekside Tap-House. From left to right you see Chuck, Rachel, David, Brian, Lex Luthor, and I'm taking the pics.
So we get a couple pitchers of Labatt and after about fifteen minutes, we order a large pie. And we wait. We made it through about four more pitchers before Rachel started to complain. I mean, I've gotten delivery pizza in less than a half hour, and we made it a full 45 minutes before we started to bitch.
And our poor waitress girl could only make silly excuses while we semi-drunkenly bitch at her. It was a nice kind of bitching, mind you. We finally browbeat her into comping us a pitcher of beer and thusly we were pacified for about seven more minutes.
But Rachel was getting antsy, so at the one hour mark, she decided to go find the chef.
And Rachel went into the back and found the chef/bartender and started giving him an earful and we were informed that Rav's Creekside had not a pizza oven, oh no. They cook their pizzas in a standard, conventional kitchen oven.
And the waitress brought the chef/bartender out to explain the situation and Rachel was demanding the owner's name and phone number and whatnot, and we were kind of drunk and acting like assholes.
And just when we were about to get up and leave (at 1 hour and 15 minutes) the chef/bartender brought out our delicious pie and proudly announced that he'd called the owner, and the owner said the pizza was on the house.
So we take one look at this pizza, and we realize it's still raw underneath. You could actually pick up the pizza pan with your bare hands. And this was after over one hour in the oven!
So when you're pissed and hungry, there's only one logical thing to do...
I cannot say this strongly enough:
If you are in or around the vicinity of Twinsburg, Ohio
and you are hungry
do not
DO NOT
DO NOT
order pizza at Rav's Creekside...
I think we had about 100-125 people. These are just some random shots of drinkers.
Lots of drinking was the game of the day. We probably had close to 100 bottles open, so virtually every person there could have drank his own bottle.
The funniest story I heard was that a trio of young guys came down and were intently tasting the rieslings and were actually high-fiving when they found a really good one.
Who high-fives for good wine?
The food got rave reviews. Unfortunately, I worked so hard I had not the time to get anything more than a cheese plate. The main course was the pig pictured above.
So after we clean up the warehouse and get everything back together, six of us went out to get some beers and cheap bar food. We went to a place in Twinsburg called Rav's Creekside Tap-House. From left to right you see Chuck, Rachel, David, Brian, Lex Luthor, and I'm taking the pics.
So we get a couple pitchers of Labatt and after about fifteen minutes, we order a large pie. And we wait. We made it through about four more pitchers before Rachel started to complain. I mean, I've gotten delivery pizza in less than a half hour, and we made it a full 45 minutes before we started to bitch.
And our poor waitress girl could only make silly excuses while we semi-drunkenly bitch at her. It was a nice kind of bitching, mind you. We finally browbeat her into comping us a pitcher of beer and thusly we were pacified for about seven more minutes.
But Rachel was getting antsy, so at the one hour mark, she decided to go find the chef.
And Rachel went into the back and found the chef/bartender and started giving him an earful and we were informed that Rav's Creekside had not a pizza oven, oh no. They cook their pizzas in a standard, conventional kitchen oven.
And the waitress brought the chef/bartender out to explain the situation and Rachel was demanding the owner's name and phone number and whatnot, and we were kind of drunk and acting like assholes.
And just when we were about to get up and leave (at 1 hour and 15 minutes) the chef/bartender brought out our delicious pie and proudly announced that he'd called the owner, and the owner said the pizza was on the house.
So we take one look at this pizza, and we realize it's still raw underneath. You could actually pick up the pizza pan with your bare hands. And this was after over one hour in the oven!
So when you're pissed and hungry, there's only one logical thing to do...
I cannot say this strongly enough:
If you are in or around the vicinity of Twinsburg, Ohio
and you are hungry
do not
DO NOT
DO NOT
order pizza at Rav's Creekside...
posted by BWIII | 9:42 PM
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