last weekend, i went out to dinner with my family to celebrate my birthday. we went to larco's, where we were seated next to the mob. my dad, being somewhat of a red wine fanatic, was leafing through (yes, leafing, we're talking binder full of wine selections) the wine list. because of said large numbers of wines they had to offer, you have to order by number. he chose a modest bottle of wine for the 3 of us, around 30, 35 dollars or so. the wine arrived, no big deal, and i had a few glasses, cuz, well, i could. i like red wine alright, but this was pretty good red wine. "nice selection dad!" i complemented as i poured another glass. the rest of the meal was delicious as well, but that should be a given when you're paying 25 dollars for a little chunk of meat. we were stuffed silly by the end of the 5-course meal, and asked for a check instead of desserts. my dad almost up-chucked his veal all over himself when he saw the bill was $375. turns out, when he ordered our "modest" bottle of wine, number 455, our 70-year old waiter (actually he was 69 and 364 days, minor details) wrote down 445, which was not, in fact, a 30 dollar bottle of wine, but a $150 bottle. haha you should have SEEN the look on their faces when they realized their mistake. of course, we got away with paying 30 bucks for the "most expensive bottle of wine they stock" and i even got to see my mom tipsy, which is a once-every-five-years thing. all in all, it was a great time. hehe.