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Nexis
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So, the other night my SIL calls about 5:30 and says she's
on her way over with my niece (BIL was already here) and
did we have plans for dinner? I tell her, we're thinking
we'd go out for some Mexican food. Ok, see ya then....
Well, she gets here and she's really craving this new
quesadilla they have at Chevy's. Spinach tortilla and all.
She's pregnant, so we defer to her and her cravings and
agree to go to Chevy's.
We called ahead, put our name on the list. After all, it's a
Friday night.
Things start out promising. The server is there right away
to ask for drink orders and promise chips and salsa are on
the way. Then the tide begins to turn. He brings some of the
drinks. Missing are hubby's margarita, and 1 of the 3 kids
drinks. This last one puzzled me a little since they all 3
ordered the same thing, milk. He leaves and doesn't come
back for 10 minutes or so. When he finally does come back,
he asks if we're ready to order. No mention of the missing
beverages. Things go on like this. There's several problems,
but everyone's still in a pretty darn good mood. Our server
disappears for long stretches.
Then all hell broke loose. My BIL who had been leaned
forward some while he ate, sat back in his chair and the
entire back of the chair snapped off!!! One of the wood
slats splinters into two pieces so that the bottom portion
was sticking up as he fell. There's a diminutive waitress
holding ice cream walking by as this happens and she
bravely tries to catch him one handed while holding the ice
cream over her head. He kicks the table as he falls,
toppling the freshly brought water glass over, soaking 3 of
us. I swear, they tore that chair out of there so fast it
was surreal!!! They put a new chair under him as they help
him up. The manager comes over, winks, says "This chair
looks fine to me!"
BIL requests to see the chair before he'll agree to fill
out an accident report, and they won't let him. Seems odd
to me. They take his name and info, and our names as
witnesses. For the rest of the time we were there, people
were coming to the table as they left asking if he was ok.
He has a huge...well it's not quite a scratch, since the
surface of the skin isn't broken, but it's like a scratch
below the surface, from his waist to near his shoulder
blades. Some bruising too, and his neck hurts where it hit
the divider wall. Then the icing on the cake, when they
brought the bill. For some reason, they rang up 2 of the
meals twice, then the server actually argued with us when
we told him it was wrong. Took another 10 minutes before we
finally summoned the manager again. He was embarrassed, he
swore this "isn't how things are usually run around here"
and apologized and said he'd like us to let him take care
of the check.
Well, can't say it was boring anyway!
kimberly
on her way over with my niece (BIL was already here) and
did we have plans for dinner? I tell her, we're thinking
we'd go out for some Mexican food. Ok, see ya then....
Well, she gets here and she's really craving this new
quesadilla they have at Chevy's. Spinach tortilla and all.
She's pregnant, so we defer to her and her cravings and
agree to go to Chevy's.
We called ahead, put our name on the list. After all, it's a
Friday night.
Things start out promising. The server is there right away
to ask for drink orders and promise chips and salsa are on
the way. Then the tide begins to turn. He brings some of the
drinks. Missing are hubby's margarita, and 1 of the 3 kids
drinks. This last one puzzled me a little since they all 3
ordered the same thing, milk. He leaves and doesn't come
back for 10 minutes or so. When he finally does come back,
he asks if we're ready to order. No mention of the missing
beverages. Things go on like this. There's several problems,
but everyone's still in a pretty darn good mood. Our server
disappears for long stretches.
Then all hell broke loose. My BIL who had been leaned
forward some while he ate, sat back in his chair and the
entire back of the chair snapped off!!! One of the wood
slats splinters into two pieces so that the bottom portion
was sticking up as he fell. There's a diminutive waitress
holding ice cream walking by as this happens and she
bravely tries to catch him one handed while holding the ice
cream over her head. He kicks the table as he falls,
toppling the freshly brought water glass over, soaking 3 of
us. I swear, they tore that chair out of there so fast it
was surreal!!! They put a new chair under him as they help
him up. The manager comes over, winks, says "This chair
looks fine to me!"
BIL requests to see the chair before he'll agree to fill
out an accident report, and they won't let him. Seems odd
to me. They take his name and info, and our names as
witnesses. For the rest of the time we were there, people
were coming to the table as they left asking if he was ok.
He has a huge...well it's not quite a scratch, since the
surface of the skin isn't broken, but it's like a scratch
below the surface, from his waist to near his shoulder
blades. Some bruising too, and his neck hurts where it hit
the divider wall. Then the icing on the cake, when they
brought the bill. For some reason, they rang up 2 of the
meals twice, then the server actually argued with us when
we told him it was wrong. Took another 10 minutes before we
finally summoned the manager again. He was embarrassed, he
swore this "isn't how things are usually run around here"
and apologized and said he'd like us to let him take care
of the check.
Well, can't say it was boring anyway!
kimberly