We love this place for so many reasons.
It was a place we'd take dates when we were both in college. It is, in fact-in and around our college towns. It brings back a TON of memories.
We go there when times get tough as a place to un-wind. We go there to celebrate good things. It's kind of like our "happy place".
We always have the best talks and trips down memory lane there. Oh, and bonus: The food is EXCELLENT.
But, last night. It just went all wrong.
When we got there, I was already too.starving.for.words--heck, we both were. It was already after 7:30pm, and that's on the late side for us to eat dinner. Especially considering *ahem* the pregnant one over here. Yea. Me.
So we sit down and we wait for our server.
....and wait some more.
Stomachs grumbling. A look of annoyance already plastered on my face.
At least 15-20 minutes goes by--and no.one.came.by! Whatthefreak?
Finally our waitress comes, and mutters something to the effect of, "Oh, sorry about the wait". I secretly want to say, "Yea, I bet you are" (see? being this pregnant and hungry is a lethal combination).
We clearly have our menus closed because DUH! We had 20 minutes to look already! Plus, we come here often! We don't even need to crack them open!
....and DUH. I'm STARVING. I'm VERY pregnant. CAN YOU SEE THIS BELLY? Helloooo?
But does she ask to take our dinner order? No.
Instead she throws us some garbage-line about the drink that Declan wanted, and how it was on "backorder" from the beer company. Umm...for reals?? Did she really just say that??
I insistantly say something to the effect of, "Could we just put in our order, we're really hungry."
She takes our order.
She comes back with our drinks and our chips. Literally, my stomach was making noises. THAT.HUNGRY.PEOPLE. [I'm growing a human! Give me a break!]
But guess what? Instead of giving us our drinks and chips which we clearly waited forever for--she keeps them ON the tray, ON her shoulder, while telling the table across from us ALL OF THE DESSERT SPECIALS (which was 2930843 lines long!) For the love of God!
When she finally delivers them....miraculously the beer hubs ordered was not on backorder anymore. Interesting. "Oh, somehow I have been mixing the two up--and have been for the last 6 years"...was her explanation. WTH? 6 years?? Oy ve.
Obviously, very hungry-we pretty much scarf up our chips and salsa (which were in smaller then usual containers....I swear...someone was out to get us).
She literally walked by about 29430823 times, and SERIOUSLY (I swear, swear, swear!) she would turn her head so she didn't have to acknowledge us. EVER. Never refilled our chips. Never even allowed us to get her attention! Not once!
I must have muttered to Declan about 3 or 4 times, "She hates us!" Because clearly, she did.
Our meals took FOREVER to come out, which, isn't necessarily her fault. She delivered everything to our table with attitude, and complete rudeness.
After our meals came out, I looked directly at her and said, "Could I have a refill on my tea when you get a chance?"....
and I KID YOU NOT---she whipped her head around and IGNORED ME! TOTALLY!
Declan and I just looked at each other and burst out laughing. Laughing is all we could do.
Clearly, we had the worst waitress everrrr. And? She obviously hated us.
It was one thing after another. Mainly, the fact that she basically IGNORED us the entire time, which can be so frustrating when you're paying for a nice meal. My potential LAST meal out with my husband, WITHOUT a baby. Just US.
You know what? Declan and I have both waited tables. We totally understand every aspect of waiting tables, and often times feel bad for servers because it can be stressful and some customers can be crappy-crap-heads. There was just no excuse for how she treated us. Although Declan and I are classic for finding the good in situations and making things laughable...it still ruined dinner. I mean, her lack-of-service was all we could talk about, or heck, laugh about. That's annoying.
We eat out often...(too often, and that is something we're consciously working on. I suck at cooking ya'll!), so I see lots and lots and lots of servers.
None were as bad as her. Ever.
Declan and I both felt sick to our stomach tipping her the normal 20%...we have NEVER tipped less then that. EVER. But we knew it wasn't right. She seriously neglected our table, and when she finally would make her way over-she was rude.
So for the first time ever we tipped less then 20%, and I wrote a tiny little note on her receipt that said, "Please pay attention to your tables."
I'm not gonna lie--we sat there on our iPhones giggling and googling "how do you tip a bad waitress?", and laughing at the responses [heck, we had the TIME, it took forever to get our check too!].
Although we've never tipped less then our norm--we actually didn't feel bad about what did because she legitimately sucked. Big time.
We left and rewarded ourselves with Dairy Queen for dessert. Afterall, we were not about to spend another dime there (or another two hours!).
~*~What would you have done? I'm curious. I tried to be kind on the check and leave a little explanation. We contemplated (okay, we JOKED) about writing something more harsh, yet funny--"You failed!", "You suck at life!" (kidding, we would neverrrr do that). Have you ever had to tip a waitress less for legitimate reasons? Do tell.
Happy Cinco de Mayo!