I usually don’t believe in bad luck or the like. I like to think that mainly I make my own luck. But man, the other day, the planets and the death star along with the help of  the love child of Pauly Shore and Charles Manson and his army of undead squirrels conspired against me in a task so Herculean that it boggled the mind.  At the recommendations of several people both on the Internet and in real life I went to Genroku on Tuesday.
I normally try to take into account when I go eat, what time of day and week and month so I get what I feel will be good service.
I try to not hit lunch rushes. Usually going right after when things are still fresh and people are still in working mode. Try not to hit high traffic places on weekend nights like Friday and Saturday so I don’t get mobbed and add to the chaos.
So we went Tuesday, around 1:45. It looked nice and Ive been to the shops around there many times before. I had cuttlefish salad a the place across the parking lot once. I like the area alot and was almost embarrassed that all my years in DFW and I hadn’t stopped in here yet. We are asked where we would like to sit and we choose the bar, figuring we would leave the tables open for bigger parties and would get a little better service that close. The hostess takes quick drink orders and we browse the sushi menu. Looking for things that they may have that others did not. Soon drinks appear from a nice lady.
And then we waited. And waited, and waited. Now, mind you we set in an area where none of the staff could miss us. I mean we could see the kitchen staff and look at the polo logo on the guy at the registers shirt.
17-minutes pass before I tell Applehead this is out of hand. Then we wait another 5 before I tell them I want to tab out. Here is where I think they had a chance to make it up and to shine.
My dream scenario, to keep you in the mood please imagine a Scooby Doo like screen wiggle affect here.

Me: excuse me, id like to tab out here.
shift lead: ok, but wait you dont have any food
Me: yeah, ive been here for over 20 minutes with nothing but sprite and water, no service.
Shift lead: oh sir, I do apologize, i see you and your lady friend are highly esteemed members of the community and enjoy things such as crispy bacon and banana liqueur. Let me personally get your order to the kitchen and get you taken care of. In fact, dessert is on me, I do apologize.
Me: That’s nice, thank you and its ok about the slowness, I will wait for your food and also look pleasingly upon you and bless your future couplings with females.
FAST FORWARD to end of meal.
Shift lead: I hope everything was ok.
Me: ahh yes good sir, excellent, we did start off rocky, but I thank you for your concern and taking time to make things right. Your food was superb and now that my belly is sated, my wallet is lighter but not noticeably so, and my companion is also satisfied, I shall dance and we shall party with delight.

At this point a strobe light falls from the ceiling a DJ booth rises from the bathroom area and a serious House groove starts spinning , with vocals from what sounds like a large black woman from a baptist church singing and Sakejitos appear in our hands.

But that did not happen, he simply said ok, the sprite is on me and let money walk out the door.

I am disappointed, but not to angry, because that takes too much time right now. But I feel it is a shame I will not go back. I know I give different foods more than one shot to see what its about, but I’m not sure about a whole restaurant that forgot about me as I sat 2 feet from them. If I did go back, I feel I would be overly critical as I flash back to the last time and the House party that could have been.
Part 2.
With tummies rumbling and attitudes not far behind, we left. And we ventured further into Richardson closer to Plano and stopped at Raising Caines chicken fingers. we have been there tons of times, but I think it was just really bad luck that day. We order, and go sit down, and several people who came after us got food before we did. I paused and was confused, so Applehead, the lovely woman she is, sees I’m getting anxious and goes to check. They of course, on this the national bad luck day for eating out, didn’t get our dupe so no food was cooked. In fact, they had to ask us for our receipt so they could know what to cook us. Ok, the menu has 4 meals on it, meaning they could have made 2 of any of the meals there and had a 25% chance of getting it right. My first thought was to say screw it and go home and make food where the kitchen wouldn’t be overwhelmed and could take time to get a massage as he made lunch. But Applehead in her wisdom said nope, we are eating here deal with it, and we did. I am glad, chances are I would have gotten home and drank mouthwash and took a nap.

So, for the time being I have sworn off Richardson, Texas from getting my food money.