I have had a string of cursed meals these last few days:

1. Saturday night I check the website of my new favorite restaurant, Healthy Hedon. It says they’re open until 11. We show up at 9:30, and they are 100% closed, with lights off, doors locked, etc. The owner is getting into her car out front and explains that A) they switched to winter hours and close at 10 (but haven’t updated their website); B) it was dead; C) so they closed at 9pm. Hmm. This concerns me on so many levels. Out of date hours? Dead on a Saturday? Closing early? I want this restaurant to stick around for a while!

2. Coincidentally Monday night some friends suggest eating at Healthy Hedon. Awesome! I could get my fix after all. I was searching for parking when my friends call from the restaurant: it’s closed on Mondays. DUDE! Such good food, but it’s like playing Russian roulette with your hunger to see if they’re going to be open. (That said, their website does indeed indicate they’re closed on Monday. My bad for not calling — er, I guess?)

3. As a back-up plan, we go to Hopvine, a pub known for its amazing soups and seasonal salads. A) They’re “out of soup.” WTF? B) When I order the seasonal salad, the guy grimaces and says they’re out of the goat cheese for the seasonal salad. At that point, we got up and left. Their non-soup-and-salad food is only ho-hum.

4. As our second backup, we went to a Thai restaurant next door. Everything went fine — except for one of my friends seeing a huge rat run along a high shelf. I like rats, but still. Huh.

The moral of the story? It’s back to Mr. Bento for me!