Posted by Trey Popp on May 3rd, 2013
A server who gets her customers laughing has them right where she wants them, but the bartender at Zavino had an unfair advantage on a recent Monday afternoon.
“Would you like a table?” she asked as I strolled in.
“Maybe I’ll just sit at the bar,” I said.
“Okay,” she replied brightly, filling a water glass as I parked my backside. “There’s just one thing you should know. Our pizza oven isn’t working. So everything from here down”—she held her hand across the middle of the menu—“isn’t available at the moment.”
“You had me at isn’t working,” I answered—or would have, if my wit were quicker. As it’s not, I chuckled, took in an explanation about weird wiring that occasionally knocks the za out of Zavino, and ordered what I’d come for in the first place. Because truth be told, the pizza at Zavino doesn’t really work for me no matter how hot the oven is—but the pasta is another story entirely.