The night, February 14th, 2010.
The mood, a high degree of romantic tension and the beginnings of love in the air. The people, Joshua FACT, and his brand new (as of mere hours earlier) girlfriend, Harley FRESH.
To set the mood of the night, it began quite eloquently with a beautiful stroll through the downtown core of Vancouver. Harley was only visiting for the weekend, so much of the evening previous was spent touring around the city on a nice adventure that only lovers can experience. Leading to a very romantic moment shared at the middle of the Burrard street bridge in which we giggled, kissed, blushed, talked, and lead to the instance of which I decided to 'man up, and grow a pair' and asked her to be my girlfriend.
The air was ever so slightly chilly for that particular night, with a light breeze that makes a man hold the girl in his life with the might of Hercules, and the will of Zeus to make her comfortable in the evening breeze while passing smiles back and forth with furious passion in the night.
We decided to celebrate the occasion, which only seemed to be the most appropriate thing to do on such a day of glory and victory, and continued to find a place suitable for us to fully experience the moment of the night.
The hunt begins.
After a failed attempt at finding a decent champagne for Harley to drink at Licorice, we decided that because it was the season for the Olympics, that there would be a good chance of finding a great place to go on Granville street.
We walked, We found, but we weren't ready for the entire experience. What started off as a very sweet looking little spot right on Grandville St. turned out to be the worst experience of any possible experience during a night of romance.
To start, as we walked up to the door, we were greeted by a man large enough to consume an elephant as a snack and strong enough to crush a honda civil like an empty can of beer. He kindly instructed us to the door girl, who advised us that there was a $10 cover charge to get in. I asked, "Oh my! Who is playing here this evening?". The reply was something along the lines of, 'no one, you just have to pay to get in'. All we wanted was to sit for all of 15 minutes and spend some money. Little did I know that there were lounges with cover charges that offered nothing in return. After a quick moment of consultation among ourselves, we decided to go elsewhere, when the door girl offered us a place to sit outside that wouldn't require the entrance fee. Okay, we'll sit outside, it isn't a great solution, but it's one that will work for the situation.
We sit, have our beverages, that consist of a single glass of cola, and a single glass of $9 champagne. We do our best to enjoy while sitting outside on this, now chilly, February evening.
And then the bill comes...
Billed to us was a total that came to $19 and change. Now, to my avail, I fail to comprehend how $9 + $2.50 can equal $19. So I go into further inspection of the bill...
Included on the bill, of charges that weren't discussed, was an %18 required tip!?!? What the fuck is that horse shit!! There was a liquor tax as well... To my understanding, that tax is only to be charged at bars and at liquor stores. Not at a lounge/restaurant, but I could be wrong. Anyways, in light of this massive bill, I leave $20 and wait for change. The useless, classless host brings some of it, but shorted $0.21. Now under any other circumstances, I really wouldn't give a crap about the $0.21, but given that I've already had the option of leaving a tip striped away from me like a slave being torn from the mother land, there was no way in hell that I was about to leave a single extra cent behind. So we sit and wait. The girl comes back and asks if there is a problem, "Yes, you've short changed me $0.21, and I'd like my money". "0.21 cents?" Scoffs the woman.
I will not go there again.
That's a lot of advantage being taken. And I will NOT stand for it!
Joshua FACT!
NNP!
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