roseangel inhabits a space that has seen its share of restaurants come and go...LA Boca, Crazy Mac's/Cheddars, Snickers...all great restaurants, none of which were here to stay. roseangel is the latest restaurant to make a success of the busy corner on Detroit and W. 58th in the budding Gordon Square Arts District.
As we walked in the door, we were greeted with the sound of a lively atmosphere, the restaurant and bar area full of patrons. roseangel has done a fantastic job with the decor. The walls are burnt orange, inviting and relaxing. There is a minimalistic approach that works well, the space feels like it flows relatively well. The bathrooms are clean and consistent with the dark ambiance. All in all, it's an ideal environment for friends, family or a date.
The hostesses did not share in the liveliness of the venue and created a few tense moments due to lack of experience, or possibly, critical thinking skills. The first hostess to greet us did not seem very comfortable with her job duties. Upon indicating we did not want to experience the patio seating on a very hot and humid night, she needed to 'check on seating'. This caused her to disappear into the back for multiple minutes. Our party of three sat around looking at each other waiting for the hostess to come back. Another woman looked at us but did not assist as a party of two came in behind us. Upon seating them at a four-top table, she finally got back around to us asking if we needed help. We indicated someone had possibly been helping us but she disappeared. We were then seated at a high top small table in the bar area with a great view of all the happenings on Detroit Ave. The hostess finally returned stating she was not ignoring us but had to first seat another table. Confusing to say the least but at least we were seated.Despite the confusion and wait there may have been too many hostesses, muddling duties. After we were seated it took a while for our waters to be filled, as the hostesses stood around that station idly chatting. It took a waiter walking by and alerting our hostess that we needed water. As she filled our waters she also tried to take our drink orders, at this point, her demeanor, lack of critical thinking and vocal tone were enough and we elected to just wait for our server.
From there, everything went pretty smoothly. roseangel is a taquería and the menu, while concise, has ample offerings for the carnivore, vegetarian or pescitarian. We elected to begin with red wine sangria, $27/pitcher. The sangria was relatively tasty, but not expertly made. For dinner, our table elected to go with the Chef's Whim, a 4-course meal for $18/person. We debated on an appetizer, and our server was not of much help, instead of guiding us through the AMPLE food we were to receive she just let us mull through it. While I appreciate a server not pushing options down diners throats, I also ask for advise because I want an honest opinion or feedback and if you are not up to speed on your restaurants offerings, training should be done before being let loose on the floor. However, having said that, our server was very nice and relatively attentive to us through our meal.
Like most chef dinners the table has to agree on the meat, or lack thereof, and the chef goes from there. The first course was chips and salsa. The chips, while I could not tell if they were homemade, were crisp and delicious. We received guacamole, pineapple and roasted chile, and tomatillo. All three were delicious. From there we had a basic salad which was good but nothing overtly eye or taste bud popping. The next course was veggie tacos with the same salsas (slighly disappointing as I would have liked to try others), fresh, thick corn tortillas, fresh cilantro and picked onions. There was a lot of food, enough for us each to have multiple tacos. From there were were stuffed and still had not received our desserts. We had them hold off on the deserts for about 30 minutes. The restaurant and staff was not pushy with us to get out the door and let us digest with our cocktails, all of which were delicious. When we did get our desserts there was Caramel Custard and two slices of Mango Cheesecake. The desserts were fantastic. The custard was just the right consistency, the cheesecake perfect. Although we only made it through a few bites of each, the desserts are worth it. If you elect to do the Chef's whim bring your appetite and a willingness to meet the chef. He came out a few times through our meal to ensure we liked what we were eating and enjoying the meal - it was a welcome personal touch.
Overall, roseangel was a great experience. As I pass by the restaurant on my bike there appears to be a constant flow of patrons. The food is great, the drinks pretty solid and as this restaurant gets comfortable in its neighborhood I am sure the hostess issues will be tweaked and refined.
"Those who wander are never lost, but rather they are found." This embodies my life, my ramblings and my dreams. This is my attempt to reign in thoughts, discover the wondrous mysteries of life and shout it to the stars.
27 July 2010
12 July 2010
The Wrong Fit
What constitutes the crushing of a soul? What happens when it consumes a minimum of 40 hours a week?
The wrong job for a person is a detriment all around. It creates a divisive environment, one of apathy, angst and sadly, depression. Until someone is in a job (don't confuse it with a career) that is the wrong fit, they cannot fathom the ways it will impact every facet of their life.
I am one of those people.
It took me a long time in life to figure out who I am as an individual - and I am still evolving - and to truly be happy, positive and content. I am that person who loves life's experiences and all it has to offer. I know everything happens for a reason as much as I know I am only in control of me.
Having said all that, I. am. miserable. Welcome to the world of the underemployed. As many of my readers know, I was laid off 1 year ago (to the day as I wrote this out on paper - July 8). It is life changing to say the least. I continuously reiterate it was the best and worst thing to happen to my life. My plotted course? Disrupted. After enjoying an idyllic summer, I applied for a job, landed an interview (well 3) and accepted a job. It was all sunshine and lollipops. Promises of career growth, strong management and extremely high job satisfaction/low turnover. My, how times have changed.
I have been with my employer for 10 months to the day. As I wrote this blog a couple days ago, I was headed to back to Cleveland from a trip to Minneapolis and literally cried at the prospect of having to come back to a job that holds little satisfaction. Knowing I had to walk into the office and try for yet another day to appreciate the fact that I am employed in this economy and reset my attitude and expectations.
Imagine driving 15 miles to work each morning telling yourself it could be worse. Imagine forcing a smile on your face as you punch in the key code only to have it dissolve the moment you cross the threshold. Imagine having nothing worse than seeing your boss, having him roll into your cubicle to ask 'What you've got going on today/this week?' only to act in a passive-aggressive manner. Imagine an inexperienced, aloof boss and having to deal with managing up every day. This is my life. Been there? Please share. We can all heal and learn through each other's plights.
I am a sales person. There is nothing wrong with that, I actually love sales. I was told my company is in the business of 'changing lives'. We're really in the business of open enrollment. What does that mean, you say? It means hitting people's deeper motivation, their pain points. It means hitting a number, of course, we're in sales, regardless of the student's capabilities. Since starting, I've learned the organization has recruited at shelters, cannot require people to do any sort of orientation and even enrolls MRDD, all under the guise of an open enrollment policy. Turn no one away. Convince prospects this is their chance to change their lives. Sure for some this is the case, it will help. But for those who are ill-equipped to take on classes or more, extremely easy to obtain debt, it's all that's wrong and unethical in for-profit education. I can only worry about myself and act in an ethical manner at all times. My ethics, integrity and morals are what keep me alive, healthy and sane. Call me preachy. Call me self-righteous, but I refuse to take advantage of those who are too ill-informed or ignorant to know what x,y or z degree will not land you your dream job/life, nor will I enable those who want to maliciously take advantage of generous federal educational funding...even if, and particularly if, that entity is my employer.
I feel woefully underemployed and underutilized. I beg to be challenged, to critically think. Neither my boss nor colleagues and students understand my vocabulary. Sure, it is robust, but by no means particularly poetic or scholarly. I've challenged myself to create opportunities to engage both my colleagues and clients with frustratingly minimal support or buy-in. I saw this post card on postsecret last Sunday...how fitting to sadly know so many people are just not where they should be in life
I realize this sounds like Complain Fest 2010, but hyperbole aside it is hard to digest feeling so underutilized. I literally feel a brain drain. I'm essentially getting dumber daily. What? You don't understand my vernacular? Let me try to simplify. What you are having trouble sounding out the words on the application? Let's enroll you! You don't want to do a workshop to improve your skills? Who cares, it is your debt you're incurring.
I could go on and on but will spare the minutiae. I am not sure of the exact moment I realized this is not the job for me. I'm grateful every single day for a consistent paycheck. I am appreciative for all the luxuries I've been afforded thus far in life but at the risk of sounding trite, it is not enough. I am too smart and too passionate and too valuable of a person and employee to waste it on a job that sucks my soul.
I write because it is a release. I write because it makes me happy and honestly, I write because I know I am not the only one who suffers through one more day, knowing there are better things to come. I know all this and I express all this but I am still scared. Scared of failure. Scared of success but is all culminates to essentially being scared of the unknown. I have been most successful when I have stepped outside of my comfort zone and a huge DUH to that one, who isn't? The question is, where is the next unknown and when will I take the leap to find it?
The wrong job for a person is a detriment all around. It creates a divisive environment, one of apathy, angst and sadly, depression. Until someone is in a job (don't confuse it with a career) that is the wrong fit, they cannot fathom the ways it will impact every facet of their life.
I am one of those people.
It took me a long time in life to figure out who I am as an individual - and I am still evolving - and to truly be happy, positive and content. I am that person who loves life's experiences and all it has to offer. I know everything happens for a reason as much as I know I am only in control of me.
Having said all that, I. am. miserable. Welcome to the world of the underemployed. As many of my readers know, I was laid off 1 year ago (to the day as I wrote this out on paper - July 8). It is life changing to say the least. I continuously reiterate it was the best and worst thing to happen to my life. My plotted course? Disrupted. After enjoying an idyllic summer, I applied for a job, landed an interview (well 3) and accepted a job. It was all sunshine and lollipops. Promises of career growth, strong management and extremely high job satisfaction/low turnover. My, how times have changed.
I have been with my employer for 10 months to the day. As I wrote this blog a couple days ago, I was headed to back to Cleveland from a trip to Minneapolis and literally cried at the prospect of having to come back to a job that holds little satisfaction. Knowing I had to walk into the office and try for yet another day to appreciate the fact that I am employed in this economy and reset my attitude and expectations.
Imagine driving 15 miles to work each morning telling yourself it could be worse. Imagine forcing a smile on your face as you punch in the key code only to have it dissolve the moment you cross the threshold. Imagine having nothing worse than seeing your boss, having him roll into your cubicle to ask 'What you've got going on today/this week?' only to act in a passive-aggressive manner. Imagine an inexperienced, aloof boss and having to deal with managing up every day. This is my life. Been there? Please share. We can all heal and learn through each other's plights.
I am a sales person. There is nothing wrong with that, I actually love sales. I was told my company is in the business of 'changing lives'. We're really in the business of open enrollment. What does that mean, you say? It means hitting people's deeper motivation, their pain points. It means hitting a number, of course, we're in sales, regardless of the student's capabilities. Since starting, I've learned the organization has recruited at shelters, cannot require people to do any sort of orientation and even enrolls MRDD, all under the guise of an open enrollment policy. Turn no one away. Convince prospects this is their chance to change their lives. Sure for some this is the case, it will help. But for those who are ill-equipped to take on classes or more, extremely easy to obtain debt, it's all that's wrong and unethical in for-profit education. I can only worry about myself and act in an ethical manner at all times. My ethics, integrity and morals are what keep me alive, healthy and sane. Call me preachy. Call me self-righteous, but I refuse to take advantage of those who are too ill-informed or ignorant to know what x,y or z degree will not land you your dream job/life, nor will I enable those who want to maliciously take advantage of generous federal educational funding...even if, and particularly if, that entity is my employer.
I feel woefully underemployed and underutilized. I beg to be challenged, to critically think. Neither my boss nor colleagues and students understand my vocabulary. Sure, it is robust, but by no means particularly poetic or scholarly. I've challenged myself to create opportunities to engage both my colleagues and clients with frustratingly minimal support or buy-in. I saw this post card on postsecret last Sunday...how fitting to sadly know so many people are just not where they should be in life
I realize this sounds like Complain Fest 2010, but hyperbole aside it is hard to digest feeling so underutilized. I literally feel a brain drain. I'm essentially getting dumber daily. What? You don't understand my vernacular? Let me try to simplify. What you are having trouble sounding out the words on the application? Let's enroll you! You don't want to do a workshop to improve your skills? Who cares, it is your debt you're incurring.
I could go on and on but will spare the minutiae. I am not sure of the exact moment I realized this is not the job for me. I'm grateful every single day for a consistent paycheck. I am appreciative for all the luxuries I've been afforded thus far in life but at the risk of sounding trite, it is not enough. I am too smart and too passionate and too valuable of a person and employee to waste it on a job that sucks my soul.
I write because it is a release. I write because it makes me happy and honestly, I write because I know I am not the only one who suffers through one more day, knowing there are better things to come. I know all this and I express all this but I am still scared. Scared of failure. Scared of success but is all culminates to essentially being scared of the unknown. I have been most successful when I have stepped outside of my comfort zone and a huge DUH to that one, who isn't? The question is, where is the next unknown and when will I take the leap to find it?
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