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No Dessert for Me
Last night it was another dinner out night. It's not good for the "saving to buy a house" fund, but I've been feeling like crap of late, and it's been really good for both our psyches to eat out a bunch this last week.
This was another night at the local seafood chain, which we visit often enough that the hostess last time commented about recognizing me.
We get the booth next to the kitchen entrance, which is a bit odd, as it is serviced by a different waitperson than the rest of the booths on that side of the room, so it tends to get a little worse service than likely the rest of the house. Which is fine by us, as we're incredibly low maintenance diners.
The waitress started out great. We thought we knew what we wanted right away, but there was a new menu option that we hadn't spotted that was actually perfect for us last night, so we went with that.
Unfortunately, that was the only really good thing she did other than refilling our drinks without either of us needing to ask.
She cleared plates just fine. A little too well, actually, as she cleared one plate I wasn't actually finished with. The fact that it was on the other side of the rest of my dishes should have been some sort of clue, considering everything we had actually finished with was lined up at the edge of the table.
The boyfriend finishes his entree and we're chatting, and I've still got a good portion of my own to go, which I plan on finishing while there. It seems the waitress, however, had other ideas. Completely unbidden, she comes over and leaves the check, asking if I want a box for what's left of my food.
She didn't ask if we were done. She didn't ask if we wanted dessert. And, to add insult to injury, she then didn't come back by for another five minutes (which gave me more than enough time to actually finish my entree).
If I'd been thinking straight, I'd have had a word with the manager. I might still do so after work tonight. Not offering dessert at the end of the meal and leaving the check before it's requested is totally uncool.
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This was another night at the local seafood chain, which we visit often enough that the hostess last time commented about recognizing me.
We get the booth next to the kitchen entrance, which is a bit odd, as it is serviced by a different waitperson than the rest of the booths on that side of the room, so it tends to get a little worse service than likely the rest of the house. Which is fine by us, as we're incredibly low maintenance diners.
The waitress started out great. We thought we knew what we wanted right away, but there was a new menu option that we hadn't spotted that was actually perfect for us last night, so we went with that.
Unfortunately, that was the only really good thing she did other than refilling our drinks without either of us needing to ask.
She cleared plates just fine. A little too well, actually, as she cleared one plate I wasn't actually finished with. The fact that it was on the other side of the rest of my dishes should have been some sort of clue, considering everything we had actually finished with was lined up at the edge of the table.
The boyfriend finishes his entree and we're chatting, and I've still got a good portion of my own to go, which I plan on finishing while there. It seems the waitress, however, had other ideas. Completely unbidden, she comes over and leaves the check, asking if I want a box for what's left of my food.
She didn't ask if we were done. She didn't ask if we wanted dessert. And, to add insult to injury, she then didn't come back by for another five minutes (which gave me more than enough time to actually finish my entree).
If I'd been thinking straight, I'd have had a word with the manager. I might still do so after work tonight. Not offering dessert at the end of the meal and leaving the check before it's requested is totally uncool.
^-.-^
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