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My last trip to Kalamata (and I do mean last) marks the first time that I have WALKED OUT of a restaurant. I've enjoyed Kalamata for ages, even after the bizarre "fusion" of Japanese and Greek menus, ignoring its steady decline. When we entered on a Saturday for lunch around 1PM, we were greeted by a chalkboard still declaring "Sorry, we're closed!" and when we pointed this out to the manager, who let us stand there for what seemed like an eternity before finding someone to seat us, we were met with a humorless shrug. Should have known then. The table next to the door was occupied by a server rolling silverware (wasn't there a table in back more suitable for that?), and we were led from there to a booth on the front row. After waiting some time unattended, we were able to flag someone down who could bring us sushi menus (they were not given to us at seating) and eventually brought us our drinks (which were mixed up when delivered) Our server was not only completely unfamiliar with the menu (we had to point out every item we ordered to him) but also completely unfamiliar with any greek food at all. We ordered stuffed grape leaves and red pepper hummus as appetizers. The grape leaves arrived mushy and messy. They tasted stale and looked incredibly unappealing. We were told our dip would be coming out later, as they were out and had to make another batch. Running out of hummus in a greek restaurant? Not a good omen. After sitting with closed menus, ready to order, only to be passed by our server several times, we finally ordered our sushi rolls (again, having to point out each one to our server, who had to dig around his apron for several minutes before finding a suitable scrap of paper and pencil to take our order with). Nearly 30 minutes had passed before we were finally presented with our hummus--in the form of a runny and suspect-looking babaganoush. The combination of bad service, careless preparation of our food, and a general atmosphere of complete and TOTAL indifference was enough to kill it for us both, and after several attempts to get the attention of our server, ANY server, and finally the manager, my husband left the table. He then stood BESIDE THE MANAGER as he obliviously continued punching in things into the computer terminal, until finally acknowledging us and asking if everything was okay. My husband told him we'd been given the wrong dip, our grape leaves were terrible, that we no longer wanted our sushi, and could he please ring up our drinks and appetizer so that we could leave and eat elsewhere. The best thing I can say about the experience is that the manager had enough sense not to charge us for the grape leaves (which we *did* eat) and to apologize for the "bad food". As we left, we could hear him in the kitchen, shouting. We didn't stick around to hear more.
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