Wow, I feel partially responsible for this. What a sad sad life I lead. Next goal: kiss a girl.

last night I kissed a girl & I liked it...

OMG, just take a bunch of colored pieces of paper & Chuck E Cheese tokens down to Milan and pretend like they're Euros. You'll get a kiss pronto.

Sam said: "It's clear Milan's management listened to their customer base and adapted their business plan to better cater to them. That's a good sign."

They have a customer base? That's asking to pay in Euros?

The reason this is so gimmicky is because of what someone studying in London mentioned on a previous post. If you are from somewhere else it doesn't matter. Use your frickin' credit card or debit card like everybody else does! It will automatically convert it to your home currency. Voila!

Why would you travel to a foreign country, leave your plastic at home, fail to convert your cash upon entering your destination, go to a nice restaurant, order a meal and expect them to accept the currency of your home country?

Obtuse at best, arrogant at worst.

well played milan.

i also still stand by my comments. hope to make a visit sometime soon to get the real scoop.

in other harbor east news: i was charged $8.50 for a shot at RA sunday night (rumplemintz)!

@ryan97ou -- Damn! Sounds like you got a RA deal.

The worse part is all I have is a stack of Czech koruna. Damn you, Milan!

@incunabulum
"Obtuse at best, arrogant at worst."

Funny, that's what they say about us over "there"

in other harbor east news: i was charged $8.50 for a shot at RA sunday night (rumplemintz)!
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Rightly so, that stuff is lethal!!

Headed to Milan for a bday party tonight- anyone got any spare Euros? I'll be the guy with the wife nagging: "stop ordering drinks we won't be able to afford shoes for our future children"

I didn't realize a place that's been open for a week could have a 'customer base'

So I showed up to Milan about 8 and ordered two drinks from the bar, the bartender amply took my order and made the drinks amongst the large growing crowd. We then went to our tables of about 20 friends and were told we had to use one of the three available servers. We located a server, a short girl with a rose in her hair and ordered two appetizers at approximately 8:30. At 9 we ordered our second round of drinks and asked our server about the appetizers we ordered. She said she would check and then ran off.

Around 9:30 I located her and got up from the table to approach her because she seemingly refused to come back to our table. I approached and she was talking to a friend of mine who was also complaining about his order. I waited my turn and asked her and she explained that my appetizers keep going to the wrong people and she has re-ordered them. I said what about the drinks, I know I ordered a special martini but my wife only ordered a Negro Mandelo. At that point she noticed two big beefy guys come in the door and ran and smothered them with hugs and kisses. I waited about 3 minutes for the menage to end and asked her about the drinks again. She tells me we didn't order from her and asks what I want and starts flipping through her pad to write it down. I flip her pad one page back and point to the words "Prada & Negro Mandelo" and say- that's what I ordered. She apologizes profusely, says they're real busy, yaddy, yaddy, yadda and heads to the bar.

At 9:50 the wife gets her carpaccio but is getting livid because the hubby has no food nor drink. I look for our server and she is 15 feet away trying to give my friend from above a Prada and Negro Mandelo whilst he repeatedly points to me while she seems to insist he ordered the drinks. I go over get the drinks and come back to the table where some other friends volunteer their newly delivered lamb chops because mine never came.

We eat, drink and order another round for the road (I had to oblige the birthday boy) and ask for the check. I had swiped my card upon first starting the tab while my wife was at coat check, so my wife handed her card to the server. I say no, I started a tab with you guys already, you started me a tab and have my card. She returns to the bar and comes back and says that I don't have a tab, she put our drinks on the table. My wife explains to her a) I told you we were on a separate tab and b)look there's our check in your hand you couldn't have put itn the table. We tell he our last name for maybe the 5th time and she returns to the bar and finally comes back with the check and receipt. I tell my wife to sign because I'm far from kind and she despite everything tipped 15%.

If any of the masqueraders on this board from Milan read this, and want to address me here's my first name and you know what I ate and drank. I don't see frequenting Milan in my future but like walking down North avenue after dark-- I know what to expect.

ouch!

whelp, won't be going to Milan!

What's a Negro Mandelo?

Tif,
I'm very sorry to hear about your experience at the restaurant the other night. I’d very much like to make this wrong a right. Please contact me at the restaurant (410-685-6111) at your earliest convenience.
Best,
Peter
General Manager, Milan

Negro Mandelo is what you type after drinking too many Negra Modelos

Negro Modelo, I suspect. The Carling's Black Label of Mexico