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bugdog · 08-25-2003, 01:41 PM

We don't like to sit near people with small children and if we are seated next to them, we will ask to be moved (we being my husband and me). Sometimes this is met with good humor, others with dark looks. Once we were moved from where there was one child to were there was one at every table around us. We left.

Our worst experience was at the Mason Jar on 1960 in Houston. We were seated immediatly, but it took a good half an hour for the waiter to come get our order. Ok, I can handle that. Maybe it's busy.

We get our food and it's all wrong. My stuff has peppers in it (I hate peppers and make a friendly point of it when I order something) and my husband's stuff isn't even close to what he actually ordered. Ok, these things happen. I don't say anything about the peppers, but we send back Eric's food.

I discovre that picking out the peppers is no good because this stuff is cooked with them and it all tastes like green pepper, which would be great if I didn't detest the damn things. And, yes, I had asked specifically if what I was ordering had green peppers in it and had been told no, it didn't. Ok, maybe this guy is new or something and didn't know since it wasn't listed on the menu. I'll just eat more bread - uh oh, we didn't actually GET any bread. Hmm.

Eric's actual order never comes back. We never get refills on our cokes (but we now know enough to be thankful that we got the first ones). Eric actually had to go to the bar to get someone to bring us the check... and by this time, the manager. I was ready to be told that the waiter had gone home sick, had a family emergency, become invisable, entered an alternate plane of existance were our table did not reside, died, or whatever, but wait! As soon as the manager appears at our table, so does the waiter!

It was embarrassing. The manager proceeded to chew out the waiter right there at the table. He comped our inedible dinner and gave us a $20 gift certificate (yeah, like we were going to go back), while the waiter stood there with a dead/stoned look in his eye and said nothing. Not 'sorry about that', not 'fuck you', nothing.

We didn't go back. I wouldn't have gone back just because of the manager yelling at the waiter in public. That's just wrong (so's the yelling part.)

08-25-2003, 01:41 PM	#58 (permalink)
bugdog Upright Location: Austin, Tx	We don't like to sit near people with small children and if we are seated next to them, we will ask to be moved (we being my husband and me). Sometimes this is met with good humor, others with dark looks. Once we were moved from where there was one child to were there was one at every table around us. We left. Our worst experience was at the Mason Jar on 1960 in Houston. We were seated immediatly, but it took a good half an hour for the waiter to come get our order. Ok, I can handle that. Maybe it's busy. We get our food and it's all wrong. My stuff has peppers in it (I hate peppers and make a friendly point of it when I order something) and my husband's stuff isn't even close to what he actually ordered. Ok, these things happen. I don't say anything about the peppers, but we send back Eric's food. I discovre that picking out the peppers is no good because this stuff is cooked with them and it all tastes like green pepper, which would be great if I didn't detest the damn things. And, yes, I had asked specifically if what I was ordering had green peppers in it and had been told no, it didn't. Ok, maybe this guy is new or something and didn't know since it wasn't listed on the menu. I'll just eat more bread - uh oh, we didn't actually GET any bread. Hmm. Eric's actual order never comes back. We never get refills on our cokes (but we now know enough to be thankful that we got the first ones). Eric actually had to go to the bar to get someone to bring us the check... and by this time, the manager. I was ready to be told that the waiter had gone home sick, had a family emergency, become invisable, entered an alternate plane of existance were our table did not reside, died, or whatever, but wait! As soon as the manager appears at our table, so does the waiter! It was embarrassing. The manager proceeded to chew out the waiter right there at the table. He comped our inedible dinner and gave us a $20 gift certificate (yeah, like we were going to go back), while the waiter stood there with a dead/stoned look in his eye and said nothing. Not 'sorry about that', not 'fuck you', nothing. We didn't go back. I wouldn't have gone back just because of the manager yelling at the waiter in public. That's just wrong (so's the yelling part.)