This past weekend, Justin, Aaron and I decided to have a blaqbook brunch to
shoot the shit discuss business.
We headed over to Juliettes and sat at their amazing rooftop bar while we waited for a table. They don’t serve food out there, however a fantastic DJ was present which got my dance party butt shaking.
Finally they seated us in the corner of the restaurant. After about 15 minutes a waitress finally acknowledged our existence after we flagged her down. I was feeling fat so I did what any other girl would do. I ordered a salad and fries (because that makes complete sense right?)
Then the food arrived. It looked like they went to the back, ripped weeds out of the ground and threw it on a plate. There wasn’t even dressing on it. I wasn’t going to send it back until the ladybug appeared.
Now I love ladybugs, and I’d rather find a ladybug in my salad than a fly or rat tail or whatever. But seeing the pathetic excuse they call a salad topped off with the ladybug sent me other the edge. I have never sent anything back before in my life. They gave me fruit salad instead… at that point I settled on eating most of the fries- which were quite fantastic actually.
Justin and Aaron were pretty amused by my brunch fail, but I was crying on the inside and ended up gorging on mac and cheese later that day. The interesting thing is that everyone I talk to loves the food at Juliette, but poor service topped with bugs? It may be a while before I go back.
Juliette | 135 North 5th Street | www.juliettewilliamsburg.com