I mentioned in an earlier blog that on January the 6th we took my sister out to eat for her birthday and Anna was not happy with her steak and emailed the restaurant to tell them about it. And, they get her gift certificates adding up to $150.
Last night we made our return to cash in to eat on the house.
We also invited my mother-in-law, and two sisters. I had the ribs, which were very tasty and meaty. Anna ordered a steak with some kind of mini-shrimp or scampi covering the top.
After we had eaten and the bill was presented, we paid off in gift certificates, all but the waitress’s tip, which we paid with our own money.
Within two or three minutes after the waitress picked up the payment the manager was over asking how everything went. He went on to say he understood we had a problem previously and we hoped all went well. Just as I suspected - color coded gift certificates!
We all said the food was good. All but Anna, that is. She didn't say anything.
When we got home she went to her computer and typed the district manager another email. She told him he was paying for he opinion with those gift certificates and she was going to give it to him. She told him that one of the five plates of food was delivered much later than the rest, which she felt was a no-no. She said we had to ask for more rolls. She also said her little scampi or shrimp was warm but the steak was cold - bad timing?
So, eventually the email will work itself around to the manager. They now know what we look like. There will probably a note on their bulletin board with our descriptions, saying if we show up again, fell free to spit and fling your mucus into their food, and if you feel really creative, be sure to take the food to a bathroom stall.
2 comments:
I'd be afraid to go back there!
I told Anna the next time we go there we need to wear the Groucho Marx mastache, nose, and glasses.
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