OPA! (Yes, that is Greek...not Italian)

Salih, Heather and I went out to dinner last night. I don't know why, but somehow we wound up at a Greek restaurant. We sat down, we ordered a bunch of appetizers...or antipasto...or...whatever in Greek. Well, an hour later the waitress came over and asked us if we had ordered more food since our plates were clean...no...they were clean because we had not had eaten. Then the manager came over..."ancora niente?" (still nothing?), si, ancora niente. They sent over a half litre of vino and surprise, surprise, the food was out in 3 minutes. I will give them one thing -- the food was amazing. Feta rolled in eggplant, filo filled with prosciutto...somehow our distance in Canada from Greece is blatantly obvious! We then decide to order dessert -- we let her order for us and she brought three, "but you pay for two". Well, another 45 minutes pass. We ask for the bill...another 20 minutes pass. We get up and walk into the separate part of the restaurant where all of the staff are dancing, drinking and not working. We see the waitress in the kitchen and wave her over...niente...we try again and again...niente...finally, she closes the curtain to the kitchen. We just want to pay!!! We think about just leaving money on the table, but it is next to the patio door. We try to ask another worker, but they brush us off to continue dancing. What to do? Yes, you guessed it...I did my first dine and walk (not dine and dash). We did not dash, we walked out the front door and even tried to pay a few other workers.

Anyways...since I am in Italy, a catholic state and the home of the VATICAN, I felt I needed to confess. So here it is...