Chalk this up to ONTD Restaurants
As of tonight I have been banned from one of my formerly favorite restaurants. Honestly, I don't particularly want to go back there on the basis of my experience tonight. Sorry, Ti Couz, I guess there will be no more tasty buckwheat crepes for me, because I'm not particularly a fan of being insulted and sworn at in a mildly antisemitic way by your wait staff. I also didn't know that asking to talk to someone's manager about their behavior was a bannable offense.
(I also would have liked: for our meal order to have been put in the first time we ordered it. For the entres to have been served to the correct people. For our desert order to have come back correctly, and for the waiter to have been something other than shocked that the person whose order was messed up... wanted to eat what she had ordered and not something else. For our request for a water refill to have been filled. For there have to been forks with dessert without our getting them ourselves.
And... how about not being called "damn New Yorkers" to our face while we were dividing up our tab? [A word of advice: when your audience of four includes two Jews, one of whom just moved from New York, pick your words more carefully. A further word of advice: "I've never been to New York, so I didn't know that was a stereotype" is not actually an apology.]
And, after that, to have gotten our bill back according to what we wrote down, not divided evenly into four. And to have had an actual chance to talk to the manager, not told that we should deal with it ourselves with the waiter. And then offered the chance to talk to the bartender. And finally to have another member of the wait staff come to talk to us.)
Really, before the "damn New Yorkers" thing I was just going to give him a 10% tip and be ok with things.
But on the BRIGHT SIDE I have a
weetziefae! She is halfway between her old New York life and her new New Zealand life, and that halfway point is a summer in San Francisco! Hurrah!
(I also would have liked: for our meal order to have been put in the first time we ordered it. For the entres to have been served to the correct people. For our desert order to have come back correctly, and for the waiter to have been something other than shocked that the person whose order was messed up... wanted to eat what she had ordered and not something else. For our request for a water refill to have been filled. For there have to been forks with dessert without our getting them ourselves.
And... how about not being called "damn New Yorkers" to our face while we were dividing up our tab? [A word of advice: when your audience of four includes two Jews, one of whom just moved from New York, pick your words more carefully. A further word of advice: "I've never been to New York, so I didn't know that was a stereotype" is not actually an apology.]
And, after that, to have gotten our bill back according to what we wrote down, not divided evenly into four. And to have had an actual chance to talk to the manager, not told that we should deal with it ourselves with the waiter. And then offered the chance to talk to the bartender. And finally to have another member of the wait staff come to talk to us.)
Really, before the "damn New Yorkers" thing I was just going to give him a 10% tip and be ok with things.
But on the BRIGHT SIDE I have a
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What the fuck. That is all kinds of atrocious.
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