No Food For You!

Yesterday we had lunchby the beach at an outdoor place that promised to be fast-ish and yummy.
We went with Nonno G and several very hungry hippos. C ordered the pasta of the day, orechiette with sausage an broccoli. The pasta came and it had red sauce but no sign of anything else. We inquired and the waiter agreed that it the wrong dish. In the meeting time, we all started eating. He came back, confirmed that it was the right pasta. C asked for cheese. By then, most of us had finished our food. We concluded that the pasta was cold, an imposter, not the special of the day, and F told the waiter to bring the real pasta of the day. My meal, a salad, left a lot to be desired, so I ordered some fries. Many many minutes later, we were all done. We called the waiter over and asked, "wtf?". Nonchalantly, he replied, "oh, they didn't tell you? The pasta is not coming." I asked about my fries. "oh, they didn't tell you? The kitchen is closed. There is no more food coming." good technique, blame it on the bad (invisible) cop. Needless to say, I did not need fries, but I think C had earned her lunch.