If the order is wrong, why wouldn’t you send it back? It’s your money. And I say this as someone that was a restaurant manager for 2 years. I mean if someone orders a salad without cherry tomatoes and they get one with it, yea that’s stupid. Just take the tomatoes off. But if they order a salad with no dressing and it’s covered in Italian dressing, they should 100% send it back.
Did anyone here listen to the latest Chapo? They talked about the food at Trump properties for quite a while and the discussion fits in well here. We’re talking about the type of person, like Trump who orders a steak well done and smothers it in ketchup. Just grotesque eating habits.
Sure but there’s more than one way to send back a salad. The people we’re complaining about are those that are just waiting for this kind of slip up so they can complain loudly and obnoxiously, not normal people that politely ask for a correction.
Ranch has been un-canceled for about five years now afaik.
I’m from the Midwest. Ranch is never gross.
Also, oddly enough, I happen to be wearing this shirt right now:
I wouldn’t put it ON pizza, but dipping pizza in ranch is tasty.
I waited table at Red Lobster for 5 years on and off. Good times.
I hated serving so much. I was good because I could multi-task but fuck that shit. Bartending at a dive bar was where it was at. Even as a male. Way more relaxing, as good of tips or better usually, and the customer is not always right at a dive bar. You can tell them to gtfo anytime and they come back apologizing the next time they want in.
We have become quite good at finding out of the way outdoor tables in the few times we’ve been out. I can’t imagine eating in a busy Chili’s or Applebee’s. I shocked myself eating inside at Panera but conditions were just right.
I’m the Dad of two sons that worked in the restaurant biz (1 still manages at Texas Roadhouse) so I generally start near 20%. I’m the guy that sneaks cash on the table when a tightwad friend pays and doesn’t tip well for some unknown reason.
I’ve snuck back to the table and made up for shitty tips from people I’ve dined with sooooo many times. Like when the service wasn’t great but you could see the waitstaff was massively overloaded.
One of the most uncomfortable moments of my life was my dad catching me doubling his tip at a restaurant.
I’ve always said that every computer programmer should wait tables for 6 months. 90% of them have such a shitty attitude toward clients and customers - whether it’s external or internal. Like I know what you want better than you do and that’s the way we’re gonna do it.
I worked everywhere in the restaurant from busser/dishwasher to cook to server to bartender to FOH manager, etc. As much as I hate restaurant work it taught me a lot and I agree.
Close enough. Gogogogogogogogogogo
Yeah you gotta be sneaky. Oh I forgot my coat or w/e. Then run back in and slip the waiter a $20.
Here you go. You get 2 more wishes. Choose wisely.
As the restaurant customer, there are a couple things I do that could be perceived as annoyimg, lots of pop refills, some small tips due to small checks, always at least 15% (rounded up, $2 minimum). The servers who know me bring pitchers of Diet Coke.
Soda refills are the least of the issues with customers.
Perfect. I’ve never read that thread.
I loved all separate checks. I always made a big deal about how I wasn’t supposed to, but ok just for you nice people. You always wind up with more than 20%.
And the key is if some people are asking for separate checks it’s because they know others in the group are cheapskates who always shortchange on tax and tip and round down. You don’t want that painful dynamic of everyone pooling money at the end and not even coming up with enough to pay the bill, much less tip. Do separate checks if they even hint at it.
The worst though is keeping track of like 4 mixed groups out of a table of 15 or w/e. At Red Lobster you’d get like 4 moms with 9 kids - pointing out which one’s with who. You’re just screwed no matter what you do in that spot. Just take your lumps and get them turned.