My husband and I decided we would go out for a nice evening. We headed over to Citywalk (not because that's where nice evenings happen, but it is a few blocks from where we live). We decided on Cafe Tu Tu Tango for two reasons: I had never been there before and there was no wait to be seated. Of course the latter is the real reason we chose this place.
To begin, the host places us at a table by door, where everyone passes you on the way in and out. Let me specify, it is the ONLY table by the door. We asked to be moved, only to sit at a table, where we were nearly sitting on top of the people next to us. It was a little too close for comfort, so we asked to move yet again.
Finally, we are seated at a cozy table for two by the window. This is nice. Now we can just sit down and enjoy a good meal. Not quite.
Our food arrives: calamari, guacamole and chips, and salmon salad. We dig into the salad. Suddenly, my husband grabs his napkin and covers his mouth. He looks as though he had just seen a ghost. I froze, unsure of what was going on. With one hand over his mouth, the other pointing to his salad, he says "look at my plate". I looked. All I saw was some lettuce, salmon, a small cherry tomato and a Kalamata olive.
"What?", I asked.
"Look closely", he said with a frightened look on his face. Ok, at this point, I was starting to get nervous. He already proposed to me over three years ago. Had he thought of some clever scheme to get me another ring? An anniversary band? Nope!
"At the olive?", I asked.
"That is not an olive. Olives don't have legs...."
"Ewwwww!!!" Just then I realized that the frightened look on his face wasn't that he had surprised me with a ring and was upset I didn't get it, but that there was a huge beetle of some sort in his plate. It was bigger than any olive could ever be. There it was, dead in our salmon salad.
We called the waitress over and told her that we just wanted to leave. We hadn't touched the rest of the food and took a forkful of salad that we now regret. She looked at the plate in disgust as well, apologized and told us to go.
The only thing worse than seeing that beetle in our plate, was being hungry and losing our appetites. We must have walked around Citywalk for half an hour before we decided to be brave and venture out for some fries from Tommy's upstairs in the food court.
We did manage to laugh about the whole thing and enjoy the rest of our night. Looking on the bright side- we survived ! But the poor beetle.....that's another story.
