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2005-08-23 - 1:32 p.m. As I mentioned, N. and I got summarily dismissed from a fancy restaurant Saturday night. We showed up early and went to the bar next door beforehand, where we had a few drinks. Okay more than a few; we got shots that were poured like triple-strength. We got the tasting menu with wine when we went in, so we were pretty ripped by our late courses. N. decided to try throwing bread into my mouth. I�m afraid she didn�t have very good aim and we got bits of bread all over. Fine, we were being rude. But I really don�t think we were bothering anyone else. I walked to the bathroom and collapsed along the way. The bathroom was right across from the kitchen entrance, so a lot of waiters saw it and tried to help. I waved them off (unfortunately, there�s not much they can do) and scooted myself into a corner to regroup before I pulled myself up and went. When I came out, my wheelchair had been unfolded by the staff and our dessert had been put in a paper bag. I took this as a not-so-subtle hint that the meal was over for us and it was time to leave. N. looked quite upset (she�d apparently been reprimanded by the manager while I was in the john). We scurried out (in shame?) and took a cab home. Do not eat at Mizuna. This is the email I sent them later (I got a response, but they didn�t feel they had acted wrongly): I dined tonight at Mizuna with my girlfriend, N. (who paid; the charge is on her card). We had the tasting menu with wine. It was quite good to a certain point. � 2005 Geoff Gladstone
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