"About ten minutes later, a server brought my food and offered a brief greeting before quickly leaving. Unfortunately, I never received my soup. The server who delivered my meal had his back to me, making it difficult to get his attention without shouting. Thankfully, another server noticed I was looking around and came over. When I mentioned that I hadn't received my soup, he asked, "Oh, you want miso soup?" He apologized, and a few minutes later, my original waiter brought me a bowl of soup and apologized as well. Perhaps most guests don't request the soup.
The food was hot, but the spinach was unseasoned—just cooked leaves. No one checked on me after my meal was served. When I was ready to leave, the same server who assisted with my soup issue brought me my check. I noticed him and my waiter cleaning a table together. I paid in cash and waited until one of them walked by to hand him my payment. We exchanged goodnights, and I got up to leave.
As I was exiting, I noticed a lady sitting at the host counter. I said, "Good night," but she just stared at me in silence, which felt a little odd. I repeated, "Good night," and this time she responded.
It was a Sunday night, so they might have been short-staffed and a bit overwhelmed. Overall, it wasn't a bad experience, just a rather unusual first encounter."
