The owner is an older Italian-American man who always comes around to each table to see if you liked the meal. We have talked to him many times about how much we enjoyed and loved the food. Until yesterday, I have always liked and respected the man. That all changed with one word....broccoli.
My wife noticed something bluish green in the Parmesan cheese shaker. She opened the lid to see what it was and was a tad shocked to find that it was mold. She showed it to me and I was able to confirm her suspicion. When the owner made his way over to our table, we informed him of the moldy cheese. He took the container and headed off with it to the kitchen.
Five minutes later, he returned with some small plastic containers which appeared to have fresh Parmesan cheese in them. He said that there was no mold in the cheese but in fact that it was a piece of broccoli. My wife asked him how a piece of broccoli could get in the container in the first place. He said that maybe it happened when the table got cleaned.
My wife and I have been on the planet for more than a few rotations. I pretty darn sure that we can tell mold from broccoli (unless it was moldy broccoli) to say the least. Instead of trying to insult our intelligence (that's what the current presidential election is for), why not just say I'm sorry and it won't happen again.
Instead we are both jacked. As much as we love and have always loved the food there, we were lied to...straight to our face without even a moment of hesitation. I'm a firm believer in that if you lie to me once, you'll do it again. It's just a shame that after nearly a quarter of a century of loyal customer support, the owner just couldn't come clean about the cheese. Broccoli...are ya kidding me?!