I didn’t even leave my New Orleans hotel on Wednesday until 8 p.m. The Bob Stoops/Nick Saban press conferences were in the hotel, I grabbed a sandwich and started working. Didn’t finish until well after 7:30. The Dish went shopping all day.
So it was an uneventful day. Until the Dish and I went back to Mulate’s.
I’d been to Mulate’s twice and hadn’t ordered the seafood pasta, so I figured this was finally a chance.
But I can’t figure out Mulate’s. Saturday night, two-hour wait. New Year’s Eve, no wait. Wednesday night, another long wait, about an hour. I give up.
Anyway, we sat in the waiting area and watched Baylor embarrass itself against Central Florida. Then our name was called, and we took a table. The service had been extraordinary the first two times. But this time, no one came for what seemed to be quite awhile.
Finally, a waitress came and took our drink orders. The Dish spotted it immediately. The girl was a little out of it.
You remember Lisa Kudrow from “Friends”? Before “Friends,” she played the ditzy waitress on “Mad About You.” Well, Lisa Kudrow had nothing on this gal.
She finally came and took our order — I caved in at the last second and again ordered the grilled Cajun seafood platter — and then we waited on our salads. And waited. And waited. People who came in after us were getting their salads or appetizers or even meals. Finally, the girl came back and apologized. She lost our order.
I don’t mean someone gave away our food. I mean, the paperwork was gone. She couldn’t find it anywhere. She had no idea what we ordered.
The Dish was disgusted, but I took it as a reprieve to go back and order the seafood pasta. Which I did.
Soon enough — though not terribly fast — we got our salads and asked for bread. They bring out these hot loaves in paper bags. Very tasty. She said sure. Said she had put in an order for us some bread but forgot to get it.
So we waited on our bread. And waited. Ate our salads and waited some more. Finally, our meals came. She asked if we needed anything else. We said we could use some bread. She slapped herself on the forehead and said, “kill me,” which I personally didn’t think was necessary.
Well, finally we got our bread. She tried to give us free dessert, but I didn’t need any dessert. I just wanted to go back to the hotel and watch Baylor.
So next time I’m in New Orleans, I’ll definitely head to Mulate’s. But I’m staying away from Lisa Kudrow.