I was out the other night on a sort of “fix” up. I’ll save you the suspense of that by telling you NOW that it didn’t work. Luckily, I have low expectations of things like that, so I was nothing but relieved.

The night started out with dinner at the newly re-opened Monkey Bar. Sadly, I think my date was a little nervous and wasn’t really all that entertaining, so I made my own fun with everyone that worked at the place – especially Lawrence, our waiter. If you happen to go there, see if you can ask to have him serve you. He made PERFECT suggestions, was very knowledgeable of the menu and was funny as all hell. Not sure if my “date” appreciated all the fun we were having though. Anyway, it is a touch pricey there, but everything from start to finish was FABULOUS.

OK, so on to the ass grabbing situation.

I think my date wanted to either go someplace where he felt more comfortable OR somewhere he could show me off (which I didn’t appreciate at ALL), so he suggested we head over to Scalinatella. As soon as we arrived, everyone that worked there stopped what they were doing to say hello. No problem since he seemed to liven up a bit. Everyone was perfectly friendly, but that type of friendly where the men feel like most of us women are idiots that are only meant to be seen. Which was fine because I had a TON of fun proving them wrong and putting them all in their place.

Here’s where it no longer became fine. The manager was splitting his time between us and another table where Joe Pesci and Angie Everhart were sitting… trying to enjoy their night and tolerate the manager as well.

We all got up to leave around the same time, and after I paid the crazy $51 bar bill (not including tip) for only 2 drinks, I said good-bye to the manager who was QUITE drunk and thought it would be cute to slide his hand down my back to grab my ass. Seriously??? Wouldn’t you rather grab Angie’s ass??? I would! My “date” did nothing, but I grabbed hold of the managers wrist and gave him a gentle warning. After all, I was the only women in a restaurant filled with nothing but male employees and my spineless date. THEN, as I walked out of there, the manager tried to slap my ass. Lucky for him, he missed. I couldn’t get out of there fast enough, and as you can imagine I will NEVER step foot in that place again.

Too bad I didn’t read the review in CitySearch which CLEARLY states… “Suited waiters toss pastas tableside while flirting with every woman in sight.”
What an understatement!