B and I visited the Pita Pit today. The scene there was the everyday usual: Frau Farbissina yelling back meat orders, line cooks scurrying around fulfilling requests, brown lettuce.At the register, Frau asked if we'd ever been to the Pit before. How long will it take until she recognized us? I mean, really - how many times do you need to patronize a place before the people who work there recognize you?
I ordered the tuna pita because I wanted to hear Frau yell it back to the line: bringoutthe tu-NAH!, but instead, she whispered it to a passing line employee: bringoutthetuna. We should have known right then that today was going to be different.
The visit went from annoying to awkward when I went to use the restroom. Frau gave me a key to the bathroom door which was shaped more like a swizzle stick than a door key. She warned me that it sometimes gets stuck, but I figured, how hard could it be?
I pushed the stick into the hole (this is where it starts) and Frau began to shout instructions over the cash register:
You have to stick it in deeper! Deeper! That's it. Okay, push it in further. Right... now wiggle it around. Deeper! Keep pushing! You got it!!
I thought: Am I at Joey's, or the Pita Pit? Was she trying to be dirty? Probably not. But with the way this performance was headed, and everyone in line at the register now looking at me... I felt like I was on the set of "Where the Boys Aren't".
It took some poking and wiggling around (sorry), but the lock eventually gave way and let me in. When I came back out and handed the key to Frau, she grabbed my hand and gave it a reassuring squeeze, and said "You did great!"
That's what she said.
Anyway.. we had to leave immediately afterwards so I could go look for my dignity.
Atmosphere: 3/5 (lose 2 points for dirty key work)
Food: 5/5
Good times: 3/5 (see Atmosphere score)
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