Flashpoint : tampa bay

Service with a shrug

Brendan — Thu, 04 Oct 2007 20:28:00 GMT

By Brendan McLaughlin

Not long ago, my wife and I dined with another couple at a highly regarded South Tampa restaurant. I ordered a bowl of the lobster bisque to share. My wife ordered the Sea Bass with lobster sauce as her entrée. The bisque was a little gummy, but tasty. When the fish came, the “sauce” glopped on top looked exactly like the soup I’d just finished. One taste confirmed that it was the same stuff. It’s a soup! It’s a sauce! It’s a dessert topping! It’s a soothing ointment for scrapes and burns!

That’s the kind of thing that happens far too often in a metropolis the size of Tampa Bay. Yes, we have some well run and reliable chains and a few wonderful independents, but too often, the dining scene in the Bay Area is a gauntlet of expensive disappointments.

The problem is as often the service as the food. When I asked one server her preference between two choices of wine, she informed me she didn’t drink. That’s a legitimate lifestyle choice, but maybe selling vino isn’t the best career choice for her. How would the restaurant owner like it if instead of cash, I put a handful of metal washers in the check tray? “Sorry, I’m a Druid and as such, don’t participate in your society’s system of paper money or credit transactions. But keep the change!”

The problem is that Tampa Bay hasn’t yet reached the critical mass of fine dining that attracts the best and brightest to the food service industry. In cities like New York and San Francisco, waiting tables is an honorable profession. Servers take pride in knowing the ingredients in the dishes on the menu and how they’re prepared. Food servers here tend to be younger, part timers working their way up to a “real job”. We diners get no discount for that lack of experience.

Specialty coffee? Don’t get me started. Like millions of other Starbucks addicts, I consider paying $3.75 for a cup of coffee an affordable luxury. But the perception of indulgence only works if you truly believe that the baristas behind the counter have the skill and equipment to make something you can’t get at home. A Starbucks imitator that opened in my neighborhood some years back staffed the place with teenagers who didn’t know coffee from toffee. I was served a lukewarm cup of bitter espresso and milk without a trace of foam. Before handing it over, the kid behind the counter proudly added a coating of nutmeg that looked like potting soil. “Nice touch with the nutmeg”, I commented. “If you put some night crawlers in there, you and I could go fishing!” (Ever notice how sarcasm is wasted on teenagers?)

Before you think I’m trying to be a culinary Mr. Blackwell, understand that I toiled as a waiter and bartender for more years than I care to admit. That experience trained me to recognize good service, but at the same time, renders me incapable of stiffing a waiter no matter how heinous the treatment. A waiter would have to deliberately put a cigarette out on my neck to get less than 15 percent. Maybe it’s my own fault. More nutmeg, please!

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First degree meter murder and other marvels

Brendan — Wed, 03 Oct 2007 01:40:00 GMT

I don't condone the theft and mutilation of 123 parking meters, but this is one criminal who won't likely get shanked in prison.

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To me, the most amazing thing about the New York Times' admiring article on the success of the St. Petersburg Times Sunday was the fact that The Times newsroom has a staff of 360 people- and that's after a downsizing of 30 positions. No wonder county commissioners on both sides of The Bay feel like reporters are on them like a cheap suit..

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Friends with benefits sounds like a good idea, but it might be better to sleep with the enemy. A new study details the emotional perils that befall close friends who hook up. Excerpt:

Paradoxically, and perhaps predictably, the study suggests, these physical friendships often occlude one of the emotional arteries of real friendship, openness. Friends who could once talk about anything now have an unstated taboo topic — the relationship itself. In every conversation, there is innuendo; in every room, an elephant.

Finally, nothing degrades the environment, assaults the senses or disturbs one's "wa" quite like a leaf blower. Worse than parking meters.

Gay district planned for Ybor City- Castro East?

Brendan — Wed, 26 Sep 2007 19:30:00 GMT

It'll be called "GaYbor City" of course. Read all about it in this press release from Ybor Historic District Civic Association president, Tony LaColla:

Tampa, FL (September 19, 2007) - Businesses and residents have united to create a gay district called the GaYbor District in the west end of the Ybor City National Landmark Historic District in Tampa, Florida. In the past year, several gay and gay friendly businesses have sprung up in Ybor City and now several other business owners and residents in the gay community are looking to Ybor as a potential new home. With excitement growing, Historic Ybor City is developing into a popular gay and *** destination.

Since July over 35 businesses and organizations have come together into the GaYbor District Coalition with a mission to “form a broad-based coalition, representative of the various interests of GLBT owned and friendly businesses, property owners, and residents for the purpose of promoting economic growth in the Ybor City National Landmark Historic District in the Tampa Bay Area and prosperity of all its members.”

(Read the rest in comments)