Please keep my lemonade crisp and refreshing.

For christ's sake, is it that hard to not get poo in my lemonade? Tighten the hell up, waitstaff.

PS Lemons, tighten up and get rid of the seeds. It's not just cherries who have tightening to do.

Agism

Co-TU'er and fellow DC resident Jordan and I decided to have a civilized lunch yesterday at what is supposed to be an upscale lunch establishment, Restaurant Kolumbia, located on K street just west of 18th. We both arrived promptly at 12.30pm ready to order -- they have a $9 bar lunch special that sounded pretty appealing (they were out of the pizza, btw; how the hell do you run out of cheese, tomatoes, and dough in a restaurant?).

The experience was irrevocably lost, however, when 1.30 came before our food did. The waiter apologized profusely when the food finally did come, but it was a thin attempt: there were no more than 10 others at the restaurant.

I can appreciate a little lunchtime rush if I arrive to eat at 12.30, but this was ridiculous; we walked out the door at 2pm. When the waiter returned from the credit card machine ten minutes after retrieving the cheque, that was the last straw: he should consider his 10% tip generous.

Restaurant Kolumbia, tighten your shit up. My money's just as green as everybody else's.