(Canscene) — I’m sure by now we all know what a bruschetta — some people still call it a “brushetta” –looks like like. Slices of Italian bread covered in a melange of chopped tomatoes and onions and sometimes cheese — all oven toasted.

Listen to this mind blowing experience. My wife and I had twice visited a restaurant called Nickels but the service and food had been so appalling we decided never to return. Nickels had some affiliation with Celine Dion , but one supposes she was too busy warbling at Vegas to appoint effective management of the Nickels chain.

Not long ago, seeking a light lunch we noticed the establishment’s name had been changed to Vedrina’s, offering food with a Caribbean flavour. Anne ordered a club sandwich, I a Caribbean appetizer plate which I was told wasn’t available So I ordered a bruschetts.

What came — after a 30-minute wait –was four pieces of bread covered with a warm substance of a brilliant orange that turned out to be globs of some unidentifiable cheese plentifully larded with chunks of extremely strong onion.

I sent the abomination back to the little shop of horrors that must be their kitchen, A call for the manager produced only my bill with the price of the bruschetta removed but no manager!

And, by the way Anne’s club sandwich was made with slices of toast so thick, a toothpick couldn’t hold them together and dumped atop this mess was a mass of soggy french fries.

Why on earth do the incapable pursue the unattainable, especially in the food service business?
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