You know how they say restaurants can have “hit or miss” days? Well, my second visit to Rialto Café turned out to be a testament to just that. Having had a pleasant first visit, I looked forward to another venture here. SS and I were going through our other options. We have a list of different places in the area that we want to try. But at the same time, sometimes, familiarity is also nice. During our last breakfast adventure, I couldn’t make up my mind, whether to pick one of the places we haven’t tried or to come back to Rialto, where we already had a great experience at. So I suggested that SS decide for us. He decided for the latter.
As with our first visit, we arrived a little bit past 8am. The occupancy of the place at the time was less than half. I was starving, hot (the weather lately has been unbearable), uncaffeinated, and sleepy. I went to bed around 1am, woke up at 5am, sat in traffic for a good hour and a half going to and from the LAX airport. So yeah, I needed coffee and food. Then I was going to go back home and take a quick nap before work.
The food did not come out until about 30 minutes later. I was starting to grow impatient and grouchy. Imagine an uncaffeinated, sleepy, starving Miss Kim waiting that long for food. Last time, it was twice as busy but the food came out at a reasonable time.
I enjoyed the breakfast burrito last time, so I ordered that again. We also wanted to try something new. We got the Smoked Salmon Scramble, a “very popular dish” according to the server. I love smoked salmon (or maybe I used to?), but it’s one of the things that I used to munch on often during my hunger phase moments at work, so it’s not something I particularly crave. It’s hard for me to enjoy it with as much gusto, being that it tastes like the feels of: pressure, stress, the pain of being hangry, and just mere FML moments. But since SS wanted to try it and it’s been a while for me, it’s what we ordered. We also ordered a single serving of Buttermilk Pancake, like last time.
After 15-20 mintues, we were still waiting for the food.
Waiting time dragged on…………….
Early stages of behgorage were starting to kick in. SS was talking, but the behgorage drowned out his words. So I don’t even remember the things he said during that suffering moment. I almost wanted to leave. But if we went somewhere else, that would mean even more waiting.
So I suffered through it some more. I weakened. I fell into depression. I was hurting. I hated everyone...had all the classic symptoms of behgorage. SS doesn’t go through behgorage. He was hungry, but remained calm and normal.
I think I was on my second cup of coffee when the food still hadn’t arrived.