Rant: Sunday night at Wasabi Bistro. Live jazz. Three guitars, a pan flute. Fairly crowded, several groups of 6 and 8 diners and drinkers. Standing room only at the bar.
Closest to the band, a vacant table, four chairs, covered with detritus: dirty plates, napkins, glassware. You’d think, wouldn’t you, that someone would at the very least clear the table. The hostess, surveying the floor, picks up a napkin. A cocktailer and a dinner server pass by, carrying orders to customers at a neighboring table, and ignore the mess completely. Another cocktailer swoops down on the table … and removes one glass. After half an hour a busser shows up, loads dirty dishes and silverware onto a tray and disappears. Glassware and napkins remain behind. No one seems to be in charge, no one cares, and after 45 minutes, the table is still not reset. The band plays on, tunelessly.
Wasabi Bistro, 2311 2nd Avenue, 206-441-6044
