My dumb waitress story took an unexpected turn today. I'd said that
we'd gotten less than perfect service at that restaurant before but
never anything worth complaining about or not tipping for. At one point
I'd asked for more water, seen the waitress disappear into the kitchen
and forget all about it. No big deal. The restaurant wasn't crowded,
and I could understand being absent minded about something like that.
Another time I asked for a soup spoon because I'm one of those people
who eats spaghetti with a fork and spoon. She disappeared into the
kitchen that time too and later explained that she only had teaspoons
and so hadn't brought it. Both times she was friendly and apologetic.
Both times we tipped normally anyway. Both times the restaurant wasn't
crowded, but we weren't eating at peak dinner hour.
Then there was the time I told you about recently with the younger
waitress. That was only a few weeks ago. I said that one reason we
didn't complain to management was because management wasn't obviously on
the scene.
Jim drove by the restaurant on his way to somewhere else today. The
fixtures were outside, and the placard said AUCTION. Apparently the
whole time we were thinking that the service was subpar but not too
terrible, the whole place was so mismanaged that it was going out of
business.
I hate it when restaurants go out of business. I like a good variety of
them. I may not have loved the place, but I'm bummed that it is gone.
I can only hope that new management takes over the old space and puts in
a great restaurant.
--Lia