"Table for seven Saturday evening. Mistake! Took 40 minutes for half of our drinks to arrive. Polite nudge for the rest to come. Half of the ice had already melted in the glass. Add another hour plus for food! Pizzas generally ok, delighted they were moderately warm! Pasta OMG pathetic! Wife ordered chicken Al Forno and complained of it being cold. My wife never complains, so coupled with the wait its safe to say I was agitated. As my own replica Al Forno approached moments later I asked waiter if it was hot. Was told in no uncertain terms it was straight out of the oven. A meal known for its thermonuclear temperature, Al Forno, a.k.a Alan Furnace to his friends, was anything but scorchio. In my quiet rage I plunged a digit, American Pie style, into the food confident it wouldn’t melt off. I think my finger may have heated the dinner. Remarkably, adequate replacements turned up two minutes later. Proficient! We skipped dessert. I’m giving an extra star just in case they were amazing. Oh! One other thing, pasta was probably cold because it was a half sized serving. Thinking back to those science lessons on conduction, convection and radiation. In history lessons: rationing!"
