To lunch or not to lunch

First of all I’m a fiend for outdoor bistros, I think they are the greatest thing since slice bread when the weather is nice. Yet no one seems to have them in the western states. So when I was down in Boise this last weekend, I was ecstatic that not only was it great weather but their was a patio open for lunch. Not knowing what it was or how good they were I was determined to try them based on the patio alone.

Once we sat down and received our menus, I finally was enlightened as to what we where going to be having for lunch, pizza. So after finally narrowing our choices down to two, we inquired as to whether we could have half and half, making everyone happy. Of course we where pleasantly informed, so delving back into the throws of our order we finalized our decision, everyone in agreement at last. Or at least we thought. On return of our waitress, we where devastated, baited without all the terms and conditions, we were. While we could still do half and half, we would have to start with the traditional, and add toppings, resulting in a price almost equivalent to the two pizzas on their own. Delivery was key, since we had already established a heighten expectation; this information was more impact full now than if the option had never been available. What cunning deception, not deterred we returned to the negotiating table to pound out our order.

Through pure determination we narrowly came to an agreement on a pizza, with one stipulation no spinach. As our terms and conditions where presented to the waitress, we calmly waited for a response, while a turbinate river raged inside us, desperately waiting to see if they would be accepted. Which to our joy they were without any counter.

In what seemed like an eternity we waited for our food to arrive, grateful when it finally did. To our dismay the terms and conditions had been breached, there it was in plain view of everyone, spinach. This matter was escalated; the upper echelon of management was now involved. In an effort to gain control of the downward spiraling situation, they purposed a complete scrap and replacement of their contract deliverables. The tables turned, we consulted and presented are counter, we would pick the spinach off ourselves. A cunning retort, by arguing against our best interest, our opponent was perplexed to say the least. Retreating but not retiring, he had to rethink after such a blow.

Alas he returned with a revised counter, our original order half and half extra large, for our troubles. Not to be out done we had to think quickly, but stumbled… Before remembering or original offer, we retorted with a small pizza to go.

Success, a deal made. All and all it was a great pizza place, with excellent management.