Very similar to the customer service rant this one is focused on waitresses (or waitors).
There are some really good waitresses out there … really good, who deserve every cent of the money that they make. And then some.
And then there are a few who just don’t get it.
Please do not make me wait for you to come and take our order for anymore than a few minutes. Especially if the restaurant is empty. I don’t care that you haven’t finished your conversation with the guy at the bar yet. I really don’t. I just want to order now so I can eat sooner.
If I ask for something to be brought to the table … like another drink or the ketchup bottle … don’t walk by my table another six times before actually bringing it to me. That’s just not nice. I want it now, not when I’m finished eating.
This one is focused on East Side Marios — all you can eat caesar salad and garlic bread — don’t bring me one bowl and then disappear until the dinner comes. There’s a reason I picked a meal with all you can …. SO I can eat lots of it.
What I really can’t handle is any red left in my meat. And I am very very specific with this when I order a steak. I want it black … burn it if you have to … I do not want any red in it at all or I will send it back. Seriously, I tell them when I’m ordering that I will send it back. (I do do it in a nice way though). And then it arrives, its still red and you give me this curled up look of disgust when I tell you so. And I understand that this is basically the cooks fault but it was up to you to relay my message that I wanted it black.
And most definitely … under no circumstances … seriously … do not flirt with my man while serving us. I know he’s friendly and he smiles at you but thats just because he’s nice … do not rub his arm and giggle at him. I will gouge your eyes out with my spoon.