The Lobster

A few years ago, Foti and I were in LA and were told by a friend we should eat at The Lobster. Supposedly the food was amazingly fresh, and the views were equally as impressive. For those of you who are unfamiliar with LA, it's located on the Santa Monica Pier on Ocean Drive. So after a full day of the Price is Right, we thought we'd press our luck at The Lobster.(Pun intended.) We strolled in and asked for the best table they had. As I was overlooking their menu, I was getting more excited. It looked quite tasty! To our utter disbelief, we were denied for having no reservations. My begging, pleading, puppy dog face and southern charm was no match for their stereotypical "LA attitude!" We put our tails between on legs and sadly, settled for a cute little Italian place down the street. It was pretty good, but still, no Lobster.

Fast forward to Valentine's day a few days ago. I'm with my girlfriends, Katrina and Greta on the 2nd busiest day for restaurants for the year. (New Year's is the 1st.) Did you think I learned anything at all from my experience?Nope. Obviously, I'm thick between the ears or something because I did the exact same thing. Except only this time, I had a secret weapon...Katrina! After dropping her car off at valet, we strutted our stuff on into The Lobster like we belonged there. 3 seemingly single ladies on Valentine's Day with no man in sight. How could they resist this dynamic threesome?

Trina calmly asks for a table for 3. The hostess asks if we had reservations. Without a blink, she replies, "yes. Under...and she gave her full name." The hostess probes through her reservation list, while Great and I play it cool. The silence is piercing and suddenly old memories start to creep in. I distract myself with looking over the menu and taking in the aromatic smells that dance in from the dining room. Abruptly, the lasy says,"Nope. There are no reservations in your name."

Trina fires back with, " Maybe someone put us down for the wrong day, or made a mistake. I know I made them."

Hostess still looking at her computer, says,"If you called I would see you in the system and you name doesn't even come up anywhere."

A manager treks in and we plead to him. It was useless. I felt that sinking feeling come over all over gain.

One last shot, the manager asks when she made the reservations. Katrina nicely advised him that they were made that past Tuesday.(Which obviously, we had nunca!)

With a nasty grimace, he says, " Well, we've been booked for 3 weeks."

GAME OVER!!!! Please play again. I seriously doubt it. Damn you, The Lobster. Damn you.