Very very late on Saturday night, Chris wondered if Columbia’s was going to be open for Easter. We hopped online and discovered that not only was it open, but there was space for two at 12:15 p.m. So I said, why not? It’s not like we had anything planned.
So we went and it wasn’t extremely busy, but then we had gotten there before the church got out. There was still a vast amount of eggs in the front of the one church in Celebration.
The last two times that we went to Columbia’s, I didn’t find the experience to be all that much fun. For Valentine’s Day, all our food came out all at once. Appetizer, salad, entree, all one right after, and somehow my steak had been forgotten. And, we got this shot glass for our glass of water.
I called the manager over and he just seemed harried. He apologized, but he was just trying to get me off his back.
The previous time we went, we still didn’t get enough water, but at least our food came out at an appropriate speed.
So this time, I told our waiter that we couldn’t get enough water previously and I’d appreciate it if he could keep an eye on that. He looked a little put off like he was a better waiter than that. But my theory is to head them off at the pass so as not to encounter the same problem. Our waiter came back with huge glasses of water that they normally reserved for sodas, plus two glasses of Arnold Palmer’s (the drink I ordered. It’s half lemonade, half iced-tea.) I proceeded to suck down those glasses of liquid as though I’d been in the Mojave Desert all week. And as soon as I finished one glass, the water placed a new glass on the table. I thought it was funny.
The 1905 salad I got was ok. Problem with the 1905 salads is that it’s made by different people each time. The waiter comes out and makes it for you. And depending on how good the waiter is, how enthused he is, you get a different salad every time. This time, it tasted a little meh. Chris’ Palomilla tasted good as well as the empanadas and dessert.
But since the last three times I’ve been there, I’ve felt a little bit average about the place, I don’t have any rush to go back. The drive over is nearly fifty minutes. I think if I’m going to take two hours out of my day to find something to eat, it better just orgasmic. Orgasmic it was not. I wasn’t even turned on.