Bartolottas, again

Last week I had dinner with a couple of my sisters, my mother and aunt and uncle at Lake Park Bistro. I have mixed feelings about the place. I like their food a lot but their service is almost always really crappy. The two-waiter thing leaves me cold. One waiter always thinks the other is watching the table but it turns out that neither are, they are both out smoking I imagine. One is at the back door and the other at the side. Though, usually the smokers are the chefs. 

Last week we had a really nice meal and our waiter, Daniel or Dan, I think, was really great. And funny. At some point my mother was joking with him and said he had a dry sense of humor and he replied, “I put the B in subtle.”