River.. slide

Ok, sorry for the cheesy title. But I know we haven't added anything for awhile (I'm blaming it on the economy--Jen that's 5 points!) and I'm trying to draw you back.

Jen and I went to Riverside last night after a long and exhausting (and boring, sorry JJ) night at Elk Grove Toyota. We couldn't decide where to go, and it seemed fitting.

Fitting for what, I'm not sure. The food is yummy. Jen swears by the sirloin dip, and my salmon risotto was pretty good. The risotto didn't compare to homemade, but it was satisfying. And the salmon was excellent.

But as you faithful readers know, just food doesn't cut it. We want service! Service is something you don't get when you sit at the bar. It's sad but true. The bartender (and we've had the fortune of dealing with him at least twice) likes to ignore us. He also likes to blame his inattentive service on the busy bar. Which is fine, but we look around the bar and hear... crickets. It's dead. I've been at Round Corner and seen the bartender balancing more drink and food orders than this guy.

I hate to be a kill-joy. I know the Riverside is cool. And I will always go there, if for no other reason then it's around the corner from a good friend's house. But I will always pull out my cell phone and calculate a 12% tip for the bartender. And that's just sad.