So, ok. I've worked as server before, and I know how horrible it is. That's why, whenever I go out to eat, I never complain. If the food is disgusting, I never go again. There are too many options.
Well, me and my sis went to an Olive Garden. I like the OG near my other house because they are attentive, friendly, and the food is rarely over or undercooked, and they put plenty of sauce and cheese, which I like. Plus all the breadsticks and yummy salad you can eat!
Well, my sis, who is kind of a snob, doesn't like going "to that one" because it's not in the big city. She said why don't we go to the one in the city, it's excellent. I say sure let's go.
Well we get there and give our names to the hostess. We take a look around and the restaurant's pretty empty, but the hostess says it'll be 15 min. Okkk...I'm starving by the way and we sit in the waiting room. Ohhh...so hungry.
Meanwhile this heavyset guy who I gues was the manager came out and started giving the hostess grief about something, and she "ok, ok" and told us our table was ready. Yay! So we go and sit down....and wait...and wait...and wait...
About 20 min later my sis flags down a passing waiter, who seems to know, because she asks, "didn't anybody take your drinks and appetizer orders yet?" My sis says no, and is very peeved off. Me? I was just trying not to faint from hunger.
The waitress says, "Sorry, what are your orders?" So I give it to her, along with our entrees, thinking that they wouldn't give it all at once. Wrong! Next thing we know, a guy comes out and starts stuffing our tables with heaping plates of food. Our entrees, bread, salad, appetizers, drinks, all on this itty bitty little table. We look at each other and say, "ooookkkkk..."
Before we could say anything the guy hurries away. Literally, just drop and go. They seat screaming babies at either side of us, even with half the restaurant still empty. Well, I'm starving, so I'm chowing down on the bread and salad. I take a drink to wash it down, and then much on a stuffed mushroom. Mmm...then....CRUNCH.
The crunch was so loud that my sis heard it over the screaming babies, and she's like, "What's that?!" I'm terrifiend. thinking it's my tooth, because I can feel something crumbling. "I don't know, I think it was a bone" I say, and I guess I should've spat my mouthful out into a napkin, but I didn't want to gross anyone out, so I kind of feel around with my tongue for something bony, but I don't feel anything. Thinking it went down my throat, I grab some water starting chugging it in case the bone or whatever it was was about to choke me. I spit a little of it out, and there's this pale pebble like thing. Ok, it wasn't a bone. It was a bit of a rock!
Gross. That means the muchroom is dirtyyyyy.
"That's it!" my sis says, and waves down a server. She is hopping mad, and I don't blame her. I have ate at some really cheap diners and I have never bitten into a rock before. She asks for the manager, and soon a lady who introduce herself as the sales manager comes over. "We've been waiting all this time and the food comes out like this, and my sis just bit into a bone while biting into a stuffed mushroom!"
The manager apologizes, saying there was a tiff in the kitchen, and that we were seated in the wrong area, and there was a shortage of servers today, and so on and on.... Okkkk.. meanwhiel I'm checking my teeth with my tongue to make sure they're ok, that's there's no chips or anything. It doesn't seem to be. After comping out drinks and appetizers, the manager leaves.
"I thought you said this place was good," I say, half teasing. "told you the other place is better. Well at least they apologized and comped our drinks. Come on, let's get out of here."
So we left, after eating as much of we can, and boxing the rest, and paying the poor server. Since I served, I left her a nice tip and so did my sis, since it's not her fault the manager graduating from Ye Olde Manager Skool. We vow never to go again to there, and that's it.
So it goes to show, even the reasturant fron the bity city can be worser than the one from the suburbs. but of course I knew that, my sis on the other hand....she won't admit it!
Well, me and my sis went to an Olive Garden. I like the OG near my other house because they are attentive, friendly, and the food is rarely over or undercooked, and they put plenty of sauce and cheese, which I like. Plus all the breadsticks and yummy salad you can eat!
Well, my sis, who is kind of a snob, doesn't like going "to that one" because it's not in the big city. She said why don't we go to the one in the city, it's excellent. I say sure let's go.
Well we get there and give our names to the hostess. We take a look around and the restaurant's pretty empty, but the hostess says it'll be 15 min. Okkk...I'm starving by the way and we sit in the waiting room. Ohhh...so hungry.
Meanwhile this heavyset guy who I gues was the manager came out and started giving the hostess grief about something, and she "ok, ok" and told us our table was ready. Yay! So we go and sit down....and wait...and wait...and wait...
About 20 min later my sis flags down a passing waiter, who seems to know, because she asks, "didn't anybody take your drinks and appetizer orders yet?" My sis says no, and is very peeved off. Me? I was just trying not to faint from hunger.
The waitress says, "Sorry, what are your orders?" So I give it to her, along with our entrees, thinking that they wouldn't give it all at once. Wrong! Next thing we know, a guy comes out and starts stuffing our tables with heaping plates of food. Our entrees, bread, salad, appetizers, drinks, all on this itty bitty little table. We look at each other and say, "ooookkkkk..."
Before we could say anything the guy hurries away. Literally, just drop and go. They seat screaming babies at either side of us, even with half the restaurant still empty. Well, I'm starving, so I'm chowing down on the bread and salad. I take a drink to wash it down, and then much on a stuffed mushroom. Mmm...then....CRUNCH.
The crunch was so loud that my sis heard it over the screaming babies, and she's like, "What's that?!" I'm terrifiend. thinking it's my tooth, because I can feel something crumbling. "I don't know, I think it was a bone" I say, and I guess I should've spat my mouthful out into a napkin, but I didn't want to gross anyone out, so I kind of feel around with my tongue for something bony, but I don't feel anything. Thinking it went down my throat, I grab some water starting chugging it in case the bone or whatever it was was about to choke me. I spit a little of it out, and there's this pale pebble like thing. Ok, it wasn't a bone. It was a bit of a rock!
Gross. That means the muchroom is dirtyyyyy.
"That's it!" my sis says, and waves down a server. She is hopping mad, and I don't blame her. I have ate at some really cheap diners and I have never bitten into a rock before. She asks for the manager, and soon a lady who introduce herself as the sales manager comes over. "We've been waiting all this time and the food comes out like this, and my sis just bit into a bone while biting into a stuffed mushroom!"
The manager apologizes, saying there was a tiff in the kitchen, and that we were seated in the wrong area, and there was a shortage of servers today, and so on and on.... Okkkk.. meanwhiel I'm checking my teeth with my tongue to make sure they're ok, that's there's no chips or anything. It doesn't seem to be. After comping out drinks and appetizers, the manager leaves.
"I thought you said this place was good," I say, half teasing. "told you the other place is better. Well at least they apologized and comped our drinks. Come on, let's get out of here."
So we left, after eating as much of we can, and boxing the rest, and paying the poor server. Since I served, I left her a nice tip and so did my sis, since it's not her fault the manager graduating from Ye Olde Manager Skool. We vow never to go again to there, and that's it.
So it goes to show, even the reasturant fron the bity city can be worser than the one from the suburbs. but of course I knew that, my sis on the other hand....she won't admit it!
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