Dinner Debacle
I am trying desperately to get everyone caught up on the happenings in my life... but I swear there are only so many hours in a day LOL!!
So, the 5th was our anniversary. I asked my ex TWO WEEKS in advance to arrange for different daycare, and that I had plans, and couldn't watch the kids when he had to work. I am sure you know where this is going, huh? So, I call him on the 4th, and I say, "Did you call your mom yet?" and he of course replies back with "For what?" I remind him that it's my anniversary on the 5th, and can he please get someone else to watch them. Called him back 3 hours later... still hadn't made an effort to call her. Needless to say, I went to plan B.
I called a friend of mine to see if she could watch Lexie for us THAT NIGHT (the 4th) because I knew dumbass in all his glory wasn't gonna pull thru with his end of the deal... she gladly obliged, and I went about looking in the restaurants section to find a NEW restraurant to go eat at for our anniversary
*BEGIN SIDE RANT*
For the past 2 years, and then one other time, just because we wanted to... we have went to Red Lobster for our anniversary. It has become sort of a tradition and something I looked forward to. Like we didn't need to plan it out, cuz it was already planned the year before. This is what we would do :) Yeah, I know, kinda boring... but I really do like routine.
Well, last year we went, and I not only had hair baked into my bread, but they brought me a salad that had slimy rotting lettuce in it. YES, I am talking about Red Lobster. NO, this isn't a joke. And for $100 for dinner, you would think we could actually EAT the food without dying or something of the like. I guess you could call me picky.
Anyway, it doesn't end there. My DH ordered surf n turf... and he only got turf. The waitress apologized for ages about it... but the point is my DH wanted to eat his Lobster Tail WITH his dinner, and since it was never prepared, he ate it by itself... but whatever.
The year time before that (not our anniversary) we went just to go to celebrate something. I think it might have been me graduating with my marketing degree. Anyway, I ordered lightly pink (what is it? Medium Well?)... when I cut it open, the thing moo-ed back at me. Totally on the RARE side. I think it was still cold even that's how long they had it on the grill. The waitress noticed right away that it was not what I ordered and quickly offered to have it fixed. Well, to make a long story short, I think it pissed the cook off, and he made "blackened steak" part of the menu that night. ICK. I couldn't even look at it.
So, now we don't go to Red Lobster anymore.
*END SIDE RANT*
I decide that we will just go to TGI Fridays. They have steak... they have Daquiris... they have beer (for DH, not me). So, I get moderately dressed up and even put on makeup, and we go out.
We get there on a Friday night around 7pm, but luckily there was no wait. I was so excited. We go in, and sit down and all is good. Food, Drinks, Alone Time. Ahhhhhhhh
Our waiter left a bit to be desired on the humor level... he started joking with us about getting trashed after he got off at 11pm, and was comparing the smoothness of this vodka to that with my DH (who doesn't care about smooth vodka really... he's a beer man). But whatever. We ordered drinks (water and tea) to start out with, and he let us be.
He comes back to our table, and puts the drinks down, and asks us if we are ready to order. We are ready to order an appetizer and have not yet decided on what meal we would like to get. So, then he does what no other waiter has ever done the whole time I have ever remembered going out to eat.
He proceeds to tell us to hold on a sec, that he really needs to sort his tickets out... and he pulls them all out and lays them on the table. OUR TABLE. HIS TICKETS. HIS TIPS. OUR TABLE. Anyone see anything wrong with this picture?! He even says:
"Sorry guys, I know this is rude......"
WTF is WRONG WITH PEOPLE?!?! Do it at the damn server station, like everyone else does. Damn. I was immediately put off, but promised myself I would not make a hissy about bad service tonight. Tonight was about US, not really about the food.
So I let it slide... but my DH knew, cuz I flashed him the "WTF IS HE DOING" look.
Then, he comes back and we order our meals. He didn't know the menu, and I am thinking at $20 a meal, the server should know if it comes with sides or not. But I figured after the whole Sorting his tickets out, that he must be new, so I let it go.
We get or food... and have moved on to daqs and beer... and it's all YUMMMMMMMY!!! It was all absolutely WONDERFUL FOOD. OMG, I was in heaven. I didn't know if I was gonna have room for it all, but somehow I managed.
All is well, and I have knocked back a daquiri, and am working on another one... make me feel all warm and fuzzy... and we are almost done with dinner. Another party of something like 10 comes in and sits across from us. We are still eating our main meals, and I have decided that there will be absolutely NO room for desert.
I mentioned the party that sat across from us for a reason. They put in their orders for drinks (most all were water, but some were tea). Want to know why I know that?
Because our waiter(the same wonderful specimen who sorted his tickets out on our table)
PUT ALL OF THEIR GLASSES ON OUR TABLE
We had like 6 glasses on our table. He stops by, and sets them down,
"These will only be here for a second. I just can't hold them all"
WHO IN THE HELL DOES THAT?!?!
Part of going to dinner, and part of paying all that freaking money for it, is the fact that if you wanna use every single inch of that table you should be able to... why?? Because you just paid to sit there. And BTW... we paid a pretty penny to sit there.
I was TOTALLY PUT OFF
My DH could tell by now that I thought that this server needed to be fired or at least have a strong talking to, but he was trying to dismiss it as me exaggerating because I drank a daquiri. That was so not the case, but the night was about US, right?
So I took a deep breath, and I let it all go.
That was until I got the bill and realized that the 15% for his tip was like $10... and I couldn't believe I was gonna give him $10 to use our table as a freaking storage facility for someone else's order... and for a ticket sorting counter. I started getting visibly agitated and my DH hurried me outta there before I made a scene.
He thinks I am high maintenance, I just think if yer gonna pay $80 to eat somewhere you should at least leave happy. We don't buy gifts for ourselves on our anniversary, we splurge and go to dinner. And we never spend this much EVER, unless it's our anniversary. So yeah, I was pissed that vodka-ticket-sorter-lemme-use-yer-table-for-another-tables-order was getting a $10 tip.
But whatever.
Thanks for listening :)
So, the 5th was our anniversary. I asked my ex TWO WEEKS in advance to arrange for different daycare, and that I had plans, and couldn't watch the kids when he had to work. I am sure you know where this is going, huh? So, I call him on the 4th, and I say, "Did you call your mom yet?" and he of course replies back with "For what?" I remind him that it's my anniversary on the 5th, and can he please get someone else to watch them. Called him back 3 hours later... still hadn't made an effort to call her. Needless to say, I went to plan B.
I called a friend of mine to see if she could watch Lexie for us THAT NIGHT (the 4th) because I knew dumbass in all his glory wasn't gonna pull thru with his end of the deal... she gladly obliged, and I went about looking in the restaurants section to find a NEW restraurant to go eat at for our anniversary
*BEGIN SIDE RANT*
For the past 2 years, and then one other time, just because we wanted to... we have went to Red Lobster for our anniversary. It has become sort of a tradition and something I looked forward to. Like we didn't need to plan it out, cuz it was already planned the year before. This is what we would do :) Yeah, I know, kinda boring... but I really do like routine.
Well, last year we went, and I not only had hair baked into my bread, but they brought me a salad that had slimy rotting lettuce in it. YES, I am talking about Red Lobster. NO, this isn't a joke. And for $100 for dinner, you would think we could actually EAT the food without dying or something of the like. I guess you could call me picky.
Anyway, it doesn't end there. My DH ordered surf n turf... and he only got turf. The waitress apologized for ages about it... but the point is my DH wanted to eat his Lobster Tail WITH his dinner, and since it was never prepared, he ate it by itself... but whatever.
The year time before that (not our anniversary) we went just to go to celebrate something. I think it might have been me graduating with my marketing degree. Anyway, I ordered lightly pink (what is it? Medium Well?)... when I cut it open, the thing moo-ed back at me. Totally on the RARE side. I think it was still cold even that's how long they had it on the grill. The waitress noticed right away that it was not what I ordered and quickly offered to have it fixed. Well, to make a long story short, I think it pissed the cook off, and he made "blackened steak" part of the menu that night. ICK. I couldn't even look at it.
So, now we don't go to Red Lobster anymore.
*END SIDE RANT*
I decide that we will just go to TGI Fridays. They have steak... they have Daquiris... they have beer (for DH, not me). So, I get moderately dressed up and even put on makeup, and we go out.
We get there on a Friday night around 7pm, but luckily there was no wait. I was so excited. We go in, and sit down and all is good. Food, Drinks, Alone Time. Ahhhhhhhh
Our waiter left a bit to be desired on the humor level... he started joking with us about getting trashed after he got off at 11pm, and was comparing the smoothness of this vodka to that with my DH (who doesn't care about smooth vodka really... he's a beer man). But whatever. We ordered drinks (water and tea) to start out with, and he let us be.
He comes back to our table, and puts the drinks down, and asks us if we are ready to order. We are ready to order an appetizer and have not yet decided on what meal we would like to get. So, then he does what no other waiter has ever done the whole time I have ever remembered going out to eat.
He proceeds to tell us to hold on a sec, that he really needs to sort his tickets out... and he pulls them all out and lays them on the table. OUR TABLE. HIS TICKETS. HIS TIPS. OUR TABLE. Anyone see anything wrong with this picture?! He even says:
"Sorry guys, I know this is rude......"
WTF is WRONG WITH PEOPLE?!?! Do it at the damn server station, like everyone else does. Damn. I was immediately put off, but promised myself I would not make a hissy about bad service tonight. Tonight was about US, not really about the food.
So I let it slide... but my DH knew, cuz I flashed him the "WTF IS HE DOING" look.
Then, he comes back and we order our meals. He didn't know the menu, and I am thinking at $20 a meal, the server should know if it comes with sides or not. But I figured after the whole Sorting his tickets out, that he must be new, so I let it go.
We get or food... and have moved on to daqs and beer... and it's all YUMMMMMMMY!!! It was all absolutely WONDERFUL FOOD. OMG, I was in heaven. I didn't know if I was gonna have room for it all, but somehow I managed.
All is well, and I have knocked back a daquiri, and am working on another one... make me feel all warm and fuzzy... and we are almost done with dinner. Another party of something like 10 comes in and sits across from us. We are still eating our main meals, and I have decided that there will be absolutely NO room for desert.
I mentioned the party that sat across from us for a reason. They put in their orders for drinks (most all were water, but some were tea). Want to know why I know that?
Because our waiter(the same wonderful specimen who sorted his tickets out on our table)
PUT ALL OF THEIR GLASSES ON OUR TABLE
We had like 6 glasses on our table. He stops by, and sets them down,
"These will only be here for a second. I just can't hold them all"
WHO IN THE HELL DOES THAT?!?!
Part of going to dinner, and part of paying all that freaking money for it, is the fact that if you wanna use every single inch of that table you should be able to... why?? Because you just paid to sit there. And BTW... we paid a pretty penny to sit there.
I was TOTALLY PUT OFF
My DH could tell by now that I thought that this server needed to be fired or at least have a strong talking to, but he was trying to dismiss it as me exaggerating because I drank a daquiri. That was so not the case, but the night was about US, right?
So I took a deep breath, and I let it all go.
That was until I got the bill and realized that the 15% for his tip was like $10... and I couldn't believe I was gonna give him $10 to use our table as a freaking storage facility for someone else's order... and for a ticket sorting counter. I started getting visibly agitated and my DH hurried me outta there before I made a scene.
He thinks I am high maintenance, I just think if yer gonna pay $80 to eat somewhere you should at least leave happy. We don't buy gifts for ourselves on our anniversary, we splurge and go to dinner. And we never spend this much EVER, unless it's our anniversary. So yeah, I was pissed that vodka-ticket-sorter-lemme-use-yer-table-for-another-tables-order was getting a $10 tip.
But whatever.
Thanks for listening :)
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