Om … do you have a problem?

Last week Sarah and I decided to round up a few blog gals for dinner on Friday night. We wanted to try OM in Harvard Sqaure, we wanted to hang out with some Boston bloggers, we asked way too late. No one else was available. Apprently other bloggers have lives.

We decided to go anyway since we were dying to try the place and neither of us had been to Harvard Square in a while.

First of all, this place is gorgeous. As soon as you walk in, you are greeted by gorgeous art and a waterfall built into the wall. We were immediately seated (pretty good on a Friday at 6:30). Actually the dining room was empty. Except for us. Which means we had THE BEST SERVICE EVER.

As other patrons made their way into the dining room we feasted on a delicious meal, enjoyed a bottle of wine and good conversation – had it been an actual date, this would have ranked high on the scale. (Sidenote: Clearly I need to go on more dates if I’ve decided girls nights out count now….)

Although then came the date ruiner: cranky older man who was ridiculously self-important with wife/date/mistress who was equally self-important both who felt the need to point this out for the last half an hour we were there.

Here’s how it went down. By now it’s closer to 8:00, there are several people in the dining room, all enjoying themselves. Sarah and I are immersed in conversation about something when Sarah said something that was so on point I agreed with a “Yes. That is it. EXACTLY!”

And then that cranky old man “SHUUUUSSHED!” us. Well me.

First of all, I/we were not loud by any means. Trust me, I can and will admit when I am loud. In fact, I usally am, but this particular evening the voice levels were under control. I even looked around to other patrons to figure out if that “SHUUUUSH!” was even for me. Everyone looked puzzled.

I looked over at the man, said “Sorry” and Sarah and I tried to continue our meal in peace. But we couldn’t. Because Wife/Date/Mistress woman kept staring at me. Like staring-contest staring and wouldn’t be the first to overt her eyes. Old cranky man had his back to me and Sarah, but he also would keep turning around to stare.

Keep in mind, by this point, Sarah and I pretty much stopped talking all together. Seriously. We asked our waitress for the bill (and please hurry!) and for some change. All the while, we were (well I was facing them, so I was) getting stared at.

Finally we got our bill in order and put on our coats. I was saying goodnight and thank you to a couple of members of the waitstaff and turned around to make sure Sarah was behind me. She was not. She was at the cranky old man’s table.

And then I heard the best thing I’ve heard ever:

“Sir, this is a restaurant, not a movie theatre, you do not need to SHUSH me and my friend. Good night.”

The two of us left the restaurant, burst out laughing as soon as we got outside, and headed acrossed the street to Noir to enjoy a cocktail and a much less uptight clientele.