Waiter & Customer
A
lot of y'all know my general feelings on blogs of folks I don't know...
There are exceptions, though. My huge aversion to non-personal blogs
mostly apply to (a) the political bullshit-spewing blogs that B-average
PoliSci students manage to slap together, and (b) teen angst (read: 90%
of Xanga). The ones I do read are generally from people I know, or
people who are skilled and entertaining writers (or, in the case of Onigiriman, both).
I did find one very, and I mean very, entertaining site a few days ago called WaiterRant.
It's a fellow working as a waiter at a moderately-pricey place in NYC,
though the style of writing ends up being a lot witter and plenty more
entertaining than your average Seinfeld episode. The subject-matter is
what you'd expect, most posts dealing with interesting encounters with
some customers, or stuff that just goes awry in the service industry.
I'll leave y'all to check it out sometime.
The Customer Part...
Anyway,
reading through it reminded me of an incident--two incidents, really--a
few years ago... though from the Customer end of things.
Part 1:
Me
and my friend are dining at a hereafter unnamed Italian restaurant for
lunch. I order an entree salad and sweet tea, and as we wait for our
meal we start catching up on a few things. Meal arrives. We start
eating and, after a couple mouthfuls of salad, I lift up a piece of
lettuce and right underneath it is this:

I
place my lettuce on top of it, and lay the fork on top of that just to
make sure it doesn't go anywhere. I wait for the waiter to get back.
Now, some of you might get all freaked about it, but that's a silly
response. First off, it was a ladybug; those are generally cleaner and
used in agriculture; I've encountered far worse in food I was still
expected to eat. And second, here's why...
Waiter comes by shortly (decent guy, so he's checking on the tables frequently).
Waiter: How is your lunch?
Girl: Oh it's fine
Me: Fine but just one question...
Waiter: Yes?
Me: (lifting lettuce leaf) Does this come standard with the meal?
Waiter
freezes. Me, I'm smiling and saying all this jokingly, 'cause I know
how the rest of this is going to turn out. The waiter apologizes
profusely and takes it back. Expectedly, the manager comes out with
another, fresh salad, and explains everything: they get the lettuce
fresh, and it's all just hand-washed. So sometimes--I quietly interrupt
and say it's no big deal, really. Then the rest of my expectations play
out...
Manager: Well, is there anything else I can do for you today? Perhaps some dessert?
Me: (thinking) ...the magic words...
Me: (grinning) The tiramisu sounds nice, maybe with some coffee?
Manager: Certainly.
After all this, the dessert and salad were, of course, comped. My half of the bill comes to a wonderful $0.
Oh don't look at me like that. I left a tip. I'm not some cheap bastard. But the story doesn't end there...
Part 2:
Same
restaurant, two years later. I'm eating with my best friend R and
another friend from high school. He already knows about my previous
experience. Anywho, we order everything; R gets a pasta dish. Once the
waiter comes out, he offers grated cheese on top of the pasta. As he
starts grating... an ant falls through the cheese grater. Just one, but
still living.
R swears my eyes just lit up with joy at that. But come on, he knew full well what was gonna happen as well as I did!
This time, all three of our meals were comped. I can't remember if I passed on dessert then or not.
Conclusion:
Now,
I admit, I'm not upset about the situation in the slightest; the waiter
and manager were both real nice about it. But honestly speaking, I
don't intend on returning to said Italian restaurant again if I'm in
the area. Considering I had two incidents in a row with something
living turning up on my party's food, I don't see how anyone could
begrudge me over that.
Nevertheless, considering the courtesy of
the staff there, I can't be harsh. After all, I did say "unnamed"
Italian restaurant for a reason. KF
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