Our night at the Abbey Burger Bistro
Friday night, Amie, a couple friends and I went to the Abbey Burger Bistro for dinner and drinks.
We ended up getting dinner and drinks -- just not in that order.
When we got there around 7:30 p.m., the downstairs was packed. The only open seats were a couple barstools, which we claimed.
We waved down a bartender and ordered drinks: Amie had the house pinot noir, which was served in a stubby, stemless glass. I had a light, wheaty Reading Ale.
Seating is on a first-come, first-serve basis at the Abbey, and the upstairs dining room wasn't ready for people yet the night we were there.
So we camped out at the bar, and waited for a table to open up. After about 20 minutes, one did.
But a couple who had arrived after us swooped in and sat down at the table before we could ...
When told the couple we were there first, they said the server sat them, and if we have a problem with that, talk to the server. We did have a problem with that, and when we confronted the server about it, he reluctantly made the couple move. We apologized for the confusion as he was seating us, and he mumbled something to the effect of, "Well, you're the ones doing the review, so ..."
Now, I don’t exactly keep my identity a secret. If you’ve seen the photo of me that accompanies this column, you already know that. But this was the first time I’ve been out for a nightlife column and a bar has not only spotted me but told me they know I’m there for a review. It was awkward and unnecessary.
Whether or not we were there to review the place, we still deserved that table. That server can mutter all he wants -- we waited our turn just like everybody else.
As the name suggests, the Abbey specializes in high-end burgers. But the kitchen is still getting up to speed – it took about 90 minutes for our four burgers to arrive. No biggie, though. When you’re in a bar with a big drink list, it’s easy to kill time.
(Photo by Doug Kapustin/Sun photographer)