Damn it! I hardly have any time left, and there are so many things I wanted to say and write! I'm gonna do it as quick as I can and Adi will publish this post for me at some point this week (thank you, Adi, for doing it :) (Adi sez: you're welcome.)

So last night Anna, David, Adi and I went to "Pasto" (a restaurant in the Carmel center). The waiter asked us 3 or 4 times if we wanted to order before we actually ordered. When we finally did Anna and David ordered some kind of pasta, Adi ordered lasagna and I went with mushroom blintzes. I ordered lemonade and Adi ordered some artsy strawberry/kiwi juice based on milk. After a few minutes, the waiter came back with the news: "ummm we're out of kiwi", so Adi ended up ordering Lemonade, too. Then the girl gave us more news: "we're out of meat-lasagna, it's your lucky day" Ohhh! You have no idea how much luckier this whole ordeal got!
So after what seemed to be 30 minutes we finally "got the food" -- in this case I didn't, she brought the pasta stuff for Anna and David, and the cheese lasagna that Adi ordered instead of the other one. My meal hadn't arrived yet. 20 minutes later, it still hadn't arrived and some other waiter noticed it and asked what I had ordered. Finally that guy came back with some new plate and instead of taking the blame on their totally ridiculous service he tried to embarrass Adi: it turned out the stupid girl who said the meal she gave Adi was lasagna was actually my mushroom blintzes. The guy made it look like "ohh you ate her food!" How rude! Yeah! Because you don't know what you fucking have in your kitchen and don't know who you give it to! This night was full of stupidity. This whole thing made me annoyed and I didn't even want to eat it. Eventually Adi got his lasagna and I got the plate with the mushroom blintzes from him (they totally should have brought a new meal or comp-ed us! It was their mistake, plus we needed to wait forever for everything). So, Adi tried his new meal which turned out to be a disaster. It was burned, too dry and way too salty. He didn't enjoy it at all, and we just became more annoyed with the place. We decided that there wouldn't be any tip (actually we were wondering about giving a pathetic tip of 5 agorot). Later Anna and David ordered more of whatever it was they drank, and I ordered another lemonade. I asked it to be without mint, and I got it with mint. I took the first sip and it tasted like weird water that someone tried to put a few drops of lemon in. How can you fuck-up lemonade?!?!?! I guess those guys can fuck up anything. Adi told them to bring a different one because something was wrong with the one they gave me (I can never complain to people about their service... I just.. can't. As much as I want to). The girl never came back with a new lemonade, and with time I didn't even want it anymore. The guy understood they annoyed us and tried to be nice and asked us if we enjoyed our food. Adi was very honest and said it was awful. The guy was so surprised, and kept asking about what was wrong with it, so Adi gave him all the information about it's being burned, too dry, and way too salty... Anna was so shocked to hear Adi saying all the bad things about it (I'm already used to it :) There are times (like this one) when his trait of having no problem complaining about bad service is just soooo appropriate, and I enjoy it a lot. Finally we decided we were done and asked for the bill (from that girl -- what a mistake). After 30 minutes of no bill (well, we were also holding the table so they couldn't seat other people there. hehehe) we asked for it again from the guy. When we got the bill it was obviously wrong. After fixing the bill, it was still wrong, but this time in a good way (they missed two drinks that Anna and David got). David chose to pay his part with his credit card. We were not surprised when the pen they gave him to sign his name didn't work. It was soooo funny, we tried to write on anything that was on the table, not that it worked. At this point we decided to not even bother giving them a pathetic tip and just not give a tip at all. Adi said something about how they must have expected David to stab his finger with the pen and sign with his blood (it was really funny at the moment). Well, the pen didn't work so David just left the paper empty. We left quickly because we felt weird about leaving no tip and no signature. What was really funny and unexpected was to see the waitress running after us after we've already crossed the road. She told David she needed his signature, so David had to cross the street again. Adi yelled at her "write with blood?!?!" Anna and I laughed hysterically. The girl brought the same pen (or possibly a different one that didn't work either), so obvioulsy he couldn't sign again, so she gave up and just let us go.
I probably will never go there again, but this night was hilarious.
Anyhow, this is the place:

Don't go there!

I have about 4 hours to sleep now before basic training, which is lovely. I hope the next time I'll get to post will be in less than three weeks. I love and already miss everyone that is in my life!

-Inbal