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LAist's Bottom of the Barrel: Vapid Hostess Who Should Get Fired Edition

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We've all had negative experiences in various types of businesses that were horrendous to the point of putting us in a unique brand of foul and livid mood. This temperament then requires mustering every ounce of restraint to stop ourselves from spreading the bad mojo around. However, perspective makes us understand that these types of service snafus hardly rank high among greater injustices in the world, but they leave us in need of somewhere to turn and vent. LAist has mentioned such episodes in previous posts.

In this installment of LAist's Bottom of the Barrel, we’re pleased to provide this service to a reader who sent in the following story of having been very wronged by someone who should really find a way to make a living other than hostessing at Axe in Venice.

I have had over 15 years of experience with Los Angeles' restaurants. I have eaten at holes in the wall, and I have dined at the chic chic frou frou swanky joints. I have had great service. I have had bad service. But I have never, ever had as bad a service experience I had at Axe on Abbot Kinney this past Friday.

Friday night, we were all set to have dinner at Axe. Which, while it looks like it's pronounced like the tool you use to chop wood, actually is pronounced so that it rhymes with sashay. Kinda.

Now, I've heard of bad experiences at Axe before. A friend once made a birthday party reservation for 10 there at 7. She was told that they would need the table by 8:30, which she said was fine. The only problem was that they did not deliver my friend's group their entrees until 8:10.

But I figured, surely, this must be hyperbole.

Guess what? Not hyperbole.