All you need is love, da da dada dah...

Out to dinner tonight at the restaurant Zense at Central World, that tells us upon arrival, Reservation?  No, none tonight.  Sorry we are completely booked.  Really?  You never are and we live here to know.  Yes, no seats available tonight... well hang on just a minute.  OK, come with me.

As it turns out, the restaurant is completely empty all night except for us and a single girl with a Pepsi cup and a margarita in front of her.  This is a martini Ritzy-Tittsy type of place, they don't serve Pepsi cups here.  The girl looks like she is holding down this table for 10, maybe the first to arrive of the group. 

Not so much.

After sitting there a while, she proceeds to put her head down on the table for a good long nap with no one noticing from the staff.  

She then proceeds to start wailing loud and solemn, like the boyfriend she was waiting for just jilted her on V-day weekend.

Hours later she is passed out sleeping on the table and the staff wrap her in a blanket, how nice.  She is still wailing by the way, albeit quieter now.

After one of the worst dinners I have ever had from a service perspective, we leave and walk by the girl who after three hours is still passed out but now with one eye open.   She is obviously acting to see if anyone besides the staff will pay attention so that she can find the love of her life. It is Valentine's Eve by the way.  As we walk by her to leave the restaurant we say, give it up, your not going to pull tonight, she looks up at us and gives us a wink.  

Come on!  Give me a break here.  How desperate are you?