Beware the restaurant that sounds too good to be true.

I'm back! I know it has been a long time but life tends to get in the way of everything else. And since it has been sooooo long, I have decided to open up this blogging cycling with a tale about the worst meal/dining experience I have ever had in my entire life.
But first a little back story....
I am a huge fan of Vietnamese food, and in my dining adventures I have discovered the Boba Smoothie. This is a delicious fruit smoothie that is offered at most Vietnamese restaurants. The Bobas are giant tapioca pearls (I know it sounds awful) that float at the bottom of your cup. You may have seen these, they have to be drunk with really thick straws so that the Bobas can make it to your mouth where you then chew them. (Yuck!) The wonderful thing is that you can opt to have the Bobas omitted and just enjoy the fruit.
Next to Vietnamese food, French food would be another favorite of mine. And who doesn't love the classically french street food, crepes? So what sounds like a little piece of heaven to me is a place where you can get both Boba smoothies, sans Bobas, and crepes! It's like the best of both worlds right? Wrong.
As I was driving through Denver on Sunday night trying to figure out where I wanted to have dinner, I whipped out my phone and started searching for new restaurants. Long story short, I found a place called Bobas and crepes on Colorado and Mississippi. So I looked at the menu on my phone and it didn't seem all that interesting, but it didn't seem all that bad either. It was. We pulled up and there was nobody in the restaurant, first red flag, and the people inside seemed surprised to see us, second red flag. We ordered a savory crepe, shrimp and crab, and a sweet crepe, mixed fruit. I should have made us leave the second the guy behind the counter asked if we wanted everything on the savory one. When I looked up on the menu it said that all crepes had lettuce, tomato, mayonnaise cucumber, corn, onions, cheese and ketchup. WTF?!? We didn't know what to make of it so we said no ketchup and onions and hoped for the best. What we should have done was run for the door.
The Boba smoothies came out right away and were delicious, but that's a no brainer. The savory crepe, however, was something else. It was imitation crab, those tiny salad shrimp and all that other stuff they put on them, rolled up in a cold, pre-packaged crepe that was frighteningly stale. I had two bites, the second only to see if I was imagining what I had actually put in my mouth. My boyfriend was in the same boat. So we set it down on the plate and waited for the fruit crepe. It came and, stale crepe aside, was exponentially better than the other one, but then the staff started to make things really weird.
I asked for a fork and was treated like I had asked for an explanation of the theory of relativity. The guy came buy to take our plates, asked if we wanted to keep them and then made me take mine back because I still had the crepe in my hand. And then when my boyfriend said he wanted to go and got up, the guy came over to us and asked if we were in a rush. He had been hovering near our table the whole time anyway and staring at us, and then he followed us to the door. So as if the food wasn't already bad enough, the hovering staff just made us even more uncomfortable.
So what did we learn? Just because they serve Boba smoothies doesn't mean the food will be good. Leave the crepes to the French because, let's face it, they do it better anyway. And if it sounds to good to be true, it almost always is.