Return to Sender: I'll Have a Salsa, Neat

Dear Miami Café:

For weeks, my roommate’s girlfriend has been salivating over your free salsa lessons allegedly given on Fridays. This Friday, my girlfriend and I were prepared to attend the dancing and drinking at Miami Café along with them and a few other friends.

We walked to 4th and South Streets, ready for dancing and learning. We were told dancing would not be happening for at least “another hour or so” as many patrons were still finishing their dinner and there wasn’t room on the floor. After about an hour, we called to find out when the lessons might begin and the person on the other end of the phone said “around 10:30 because we still have some tables out.”

OK, we dealt with it and continued to drink at our apartment until we hiked back over to 4th and South Streets to partake in some dancing. As we aren’t salsa professionals, we were hoping to get a lesson or two so our skills wouldn’t appear too novice.

Again, we asked if there would be salsa lessons; again, we were told there would, but just after a few more minutes. We got a drink. We finished our drink. We got another drink under the auspices of your kind wait-staff's hint that salsa lessons would soon follow. Certainly, if we were going to be dancing we were going to need more beverages.

I can’t say if this is your ploy every Friday—to sucker patrons in by telling them that there will be free salsa lessons, Jedi mind-trick them into buying a few drinks each (not cheap ones, mind you), and not provide any salsa lessons, let alone free ones—but, it happened nonetheless.

It would have gotten you a lot farther with me if you just leveled with my friends and me straightaway and told us that there would not be salsa lessons. Now, as a result, I will not imbibe with you again and I have made my aggravation public knowledge

So, Miami Café, you’re a jerk…

…but at least I don’t have to feel guilty about that glass my roommate broke all over your dance floor.

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