"I arrived 10 minutes early for my 1 person reservation and no fewer than 3 service folks walked right past me at the reception desk — not one of them made eye contact with me. Finally one said the hostess would be back soon and I told him he was the fourth person who had walked by and ignored me. The hostess showed me to a table for two tucked into a back corner right in the entrance/exit to the kitchen. Seriously. I could not believe it for a second, I kind of thought maybe I was in some weird parallel universe and someone was behind a two way mirror laughing at me. They actually thought that seating the 55+, grey haired woman who was dining alone at the crappiest table in the place would be okay. Wow. At first, I put my coat on the back of the second chair and got ready to sit dutifully in the seat which every service person would pass by for the time I would be there. Then I decided not to. I interrupted (politely) the server who was at the next table of 5 and said “I need to be reseated. I can’t sit here.” To her credit, she was very polite and accommodated me. I told her I felt invisible, upset, and completely marginalized. Like seriously what kind of a restaurant does this?! I said that as a woman travelling on her own, being seated at the worst table in the restaurant was more than a little insulting especially when there were many other free two top tables, and seats at the bar too. I was re seated, and then ordered an $80 bottle of wine and some food. The food was average, the wine excellent. My server was great. I would recommend Hitching Post II, but with the obvious caveat that you make sure you don’t get the crappy table — and if you do, make them move you! Miles would have!"
