People are strange. I often think that people go back to places that have given them gyp just so they can complain. Hmmm... I don't understand that. I can always find something new to complain about. ;)
About the worst restaurant story I have happened in my own hometown at a restaurant that has been there since my parents were kids. I was home visiting and for some reason we decided to go out to dinner (that's a rarity). The restaurant was more crowded than usual and they put us in a room where no one else was. It was winter and the room was cold, but I expected that they would turn up the heat after they seated us. But no. We froze.
Our waitress served us a round of drinks, came back promptly to take our orders, and then disappeared... for a full HOUR! No one checked on us. No one got us another round of drinks. And I could see the shiftless wench through the window of the kitchen, chewing the rag with the cook.
When she finally came back to the table, she still didn't have our orders, but she asked if we wanted another round of drinks. I stood up and said, "No. But the first round is on you."
She practically screamed at me that she was cooking my order and it took a long time. "Sorry, darling. Linguine doesn't take AN HOUR to cook."
My mother was humiliated. She saw people she worked with there. But I just couldn't allow any of my family to pay for such negligent service.
When you're in a service profession, you must serve people. If you don't serve people, you shouldn't get tipped. I don't care what bills you have to pay.
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Date: 2007-07-08 06:14 pm (UTC)About the worst restaurant story I have happened in my own hometown at a restaurant that has been there since my parents were kids. I was home visiting and for some reason we decided to go out to dinner (that's a rarity). The restaurant was more crowded than usual and they put us in a room where no one else was. It was winter and the room was cold, but I expected that they would turn up the heat after they seated us. But no. We froze.
Our waitress served us a round of drinks, came back promptly to take our orders, and then disappeared... for a full HOUR! No one checked on us. No one got us another round of drinks. And I could see the shiftless wench through the window of the kitchen, chewing the rag with the cook.
When she finally came back to the table, she still didn't have our orders, but she asked if we wanted another round of drinks. I stood up and said, "No. But the first round is on you."
She practically screamed at me that she was cooking my order and it took a long time. "Sorry, darling. Linguine doesn't take AN HOUR to cook."
My mother was humiliated. She saw people she worked with there. But I just couldn't allow any of my family to pay for such negligent service.
When you're in a service profession, you must serve people. If you don't serve people, you shouldn't get tipped. I don't care what bills you have to pay.