They could not serve the romans.

I have found a chinese restaurant that I absolutely hate.  By hate, I mean loathe. 

 I thought I should be the one to come up from the grave to inform the public of the poor service that ryan and I received last saturday.

Zen Garden is the name, but lets just call it...                                     


    Crappy Shack

If Zen is the daily practice of meditation, then why do I feel so steaming?


 Here is how it all began.... 


It was during the mill creek festival and street fair.   Everyone eating inside seemed like they were having a good ole time, so we thought that the same would become of us.  Boy were we mistaken.

Our waiter (well we believed he was) took us to our seat.  


Of course he sits us in the back by the vacuum and extra sheets.  I thought we were in the laundry room. At this point we were feeling like outcasts.  No one even bothered to look at us. 


 Boredom strikes 


The only thing worthwhile on this side of the restaurant (besides the handsome ryan) was the mini waterfall.  It looked like the windows got attacked by some wild pooper birds.  I was enthralled.

We wait for what seems like 15 minutes.  

We did not get waters during this time or a pot of tea (that I craved).  No one acknowledged us until another couple was seated in front of us.  What blew my mind  is this couple was served tea immediately.  Ryan and I were SHOCKED.  Did I become a ghost?   Just note: we never got tea that night. 

Ryan then decided to ask the waiter what beer is on tap.  He has absolutely no idea.  How do you not know?  (Our waiter makes sure that he knows what beers are on tap for the other couple).                                                                                                                                                   

                                                                                                                                                                             UGH, have I gone to food hell?

We are beginning to get pissed.  I decide to go to the bathroom (to cool off).  The toilet paper holder falls....can this night get any worse?.  

While I am gone Ryan orders me a cran-vodka.  I need some alcohol for this experience. 

Our waiter neglects to card us.

 A couple minutes later a lady comes (cran vodka 1/3 gone) asking about whether our waiter carded us. Nope.  At least she had some personality and didn't treat us like we were diseased.  My favorite line (waitress to ryan) "you just made it".  If 23 is the new 21.....Oh boy!

Ryan was talking to the couple about the bad service and they inform us that at least the food is good.  It better!

The won ton soup was miniature.  ( I have got to say that if you want a good wonton soup go to chef chao-but thats in Moraga, ca or ask ryan to make it :P). 

The spring rolls were steaming hot but they were decent.

They bring us our food but no new plates or rice? (for a few minutes we wait).  

The meal was ok, not the best, but not the worst.  I did enjoy the sweet and sour pork.  The mongolian beef was too spicy for me but the beef was cooked nicely.

Our waiter never brought our honey walnut shrimp.  Whatever.  I am already done with this place.

Our waiter never refilled our waters.  Waited for awhile.  Finally a nice lady came by and got us new water.  


She was really sweet and I thought she should have been our waitress.  If she had, I think this experience would have been 20 times better.  

But we were stuck with a couple of lame guy waiters.  

One who didn't really know the menu and forgot about us.  Another who brought us waters and didn't say a word or look at us.  

I have never felt so let down or treated like crap before.  

Hasta la vista crappy shack!