Have you sent food back to the kitchen? - Page 3

He wasn't a 5'9 skinnier asian dude, with beady eyes wearing pink abercrombie shirt, right?

I'm probably missing a joke, but he was a fat white overly tan older guy. This was almost twenty years ago.

Generally, I try to be polite to anyone who might potentially be in a position to fuck with my food. That being said, I only speak up if I'm at a well respected/ritzy/$$$ establishment.

I kinda think he gave up the right to an apology when he peed in the man's butter. We are talking about urine correct?

Would rather not know

I really have no deep grievance against the man. There are assholes all over the world, and stuff like that actually motivates me.

FLMM's story reminds me of a steak house I worked in for like 3 months like 15 years ago, and 3 of my friends worked there (plus the a few more kids from my high school). We had fun. I don't remember anything bodily fluid-tainted going out, but we were definitely fucked up most of the time and plates weren't made the right way. We ate a whole fucking lot of the chicken fajitas before they even made it to a plate. Being high on weed, working in a place where there was only two good things - steak and grilled chicken - at grill temp, that will happen. The dishwasher friend who got me to work there later became a white rapper and then a catholic priest.

Uncommon it is not, for people to compare us.

I dont know what I would have done if that had happened to me. How old were you?

very very rare, I can't remember anyu instances, but I am sure there are a couple. I've sent back my wife's steak once or twice because it was cooked incorrectly, but that was just to touch it up. frankly, if I am eating alone and I dont like the food, I jsut won't go back. if I am with a group, like Matt said, I don't really want to disrupt the flow of conversation.

Sixteen. It bugged me for a while, but I got over it.

That waving the $10 bill trick was diabolical. What really pisses me off is that the girl probably rewarded him with sex despite him being the asshole of the world.

my brother worked for a while at a dinner type resteraunt, that was known for its hamburgers. he was a poor student, and he and the other guys in the kitchen used to do a lot of drugs, and steal meat, and posibly other food. anyway, at our wedding, one of my wife's friends husbands was a guy that worked with my brother. my brother recognized him, and did the whole "hey, aren't you.." thing, but the other guy didn't want to admit it, because he was scared that my brother would then talk about stealing meat and his wife would hear. it was hilarious.

We weren't going for a michelin star, for sure. It was a fun time for all though, the owner was a drunk and had a reasonably good business idea (make steakhouse bar and grill for white people in a place where there was no steakhouse bar and grill) but was terrible at maintaining his business. He sat in his office and drank a 12 pack of Buds from the bar everyday and probably never got anything done, and he hired a GM lady who was also an alcoholic and drank for free on the job, and so whoever had to clean out their office usually came back with 24 to 48 beer bottles every day or two. It was comical almost.
So basically, it was just a bunch of high school kids left to run the entire place, and it was at that point that I actually gained a little faith in the human race - like I said, the food was crap, the place was crap, but we were all friends from school and we were left to make the place run, and we did. Nobody put shit in the food, spoiled food got thrown out, servers or people left to make occasional stuff like salads or appetizers with their hands would voluntarily put on some plastic gloves, plates went out serviceable looking. We ate a lot of food that we should have probably charged, but given the circumstances, what we were doing back there wasn't anything. We did a good job. (for the 3 months I worked there)

A couple years later the guy went out of business because he'd given his brother in law charge of a second restaurant. His wife divorced him because he was at work drinking all day and never went home, and his brother ended up running off with some money I guess, breaking him. Pretty quick and sad demise for that guy.

I'd imagine it's probably the same in most restaurants, because all of it seemed to be natural extensions of average people. There's some comedy movie from a few years back that covers life in a family restaurant, but I can't remember what it was called.

This thread is the reason I tend to stay away from overly expensive restaurants, where messing the food up would actually merit returning it. There's just something embarrassing and pretentious about being waited on in that setting. Not to say I won't go to nice restaurants, but only if it has high ratings, i've researched reviews, or heard it's good by word of mouth. Interestingly, when I was in France I went to egregiously expensive restaurants all the time, but there was something about how they conducted them that felt far less pretentious than the US.