A British Pub

This weekend, Captain America and I went to Jayne's Gastropub with Barbie and Ken, Hispanic Barbie and Ken, and some friends of Hispanic Barbie and Ken.

Captain America had read about how Jayne's was supposed to be an authentic British Pub, and we were excited to try it with our friends.  We were seated at a large wooden picnic table on the back patio, which was adorned with lights, and potted plants, and was really quite a lovely setting.  And then we gave our drink orders and waited.  And waited. And waited.

We got our drinks and our other friends showed up.  And they ordered their drinks and waited.  And then we ordered dinner and waited. 

There was a lot of waiting.  The food was very good; the drinks were fantastic.  Hands down, they made the best lemon drop martinis I've ever had, but I would have been just as happy if they were 80% as good and served faster. 

The one other problem was that because we were at a large table we couldn't really chat with the people at the other end of the table.  That sort of defeats the purpose of going out with friends.

So, sadly this post is short.  Because there is no way for me to convey that the food was good, the beverages were wonderful, our friends are even better, without getting bogged down with how slow the service was.  If everything had happened about 5 minutes faster it would have been perfect, but, alas, this was not the case.

In a nut shell, don't bother going.