Yesterday, Morgan and I went to Olive Garden for lunch. If you know me at all, you'll know that this is my favorite restaurant and that I always order chicken alfredo no matter what time of day it is, what time of year, or who I'm with. We were seated in our usual area (I swear, they have an area for poor-college-looking-students because it's ghetto and right next to the kitchen so we're constantly being accosted by frenzied waiters.) and started looking at our menus. And then I groaned inwardly.
I saw our waiter approaching and I knew our happy little lunch was going south very quickly. You see, we had this same waiter the last time we ate lunch here. And he was by far the worst waiter we've ever had. You know, the creepy kind that kneels down next to the table and talks to you like you're 5 years old and is overly friendly and tells you about every new item on the menu even though everyone knows I order the same dish every time and nothing will ever change that, especially not the gross looking shrimp dish that he wants me to order just because it's expensive and will make his tip higher. HA. Not today BUDDY!
Well, here is the rundown. We asked for no onions on our salad, so we got a salad with EXTRA onions (which he noticed but said we could just pick off). My pasta was cold when it got there, and he kept bringing us breadsticks with no flavoring. The worst thing was Morgan ordered the soup and salad deal...well our waiter gave us the check before Morgan had finished his first bowl! Which only had 2 gnocchis in it anyways! We both just stared at him like, are you crazy? You put the check on the table with mints and we JUST got our food! Needless to say, Morgan asked for another bowl and more breadsticks just to spite him.
When we WERE close to finishing our food, he stalked our table and kept coming over to take the bill but we didn't have any card in it yet. I couldn't believe it! Then after we DID pay, he returned the little black folder with Morgan's card and set it on our table. After a few minutes of trying to enjoy the last of our meals, Mr. Crappy Waiter came over and pulled Morgan's card out of the folder and said, "Don't forget this when you leave." We just stared at him and left.
Oh joy. He was an interesting one.
6 comments:
You should have left a note of suggestions on how to be a good waiter instead of a tip! Then, I think I would have probably slipped the note to his manager! I love Olive Garden.....however, you shouldn't have to put up with that kind of rudeness when you are paying those prices!
I know. I wish I was gutsy enough to do that!!! I should next time. I love Olive Garden. The whole experience made me very sad. Oh well!
PS: you asked me the other day where I live...I live at the Riviera!
that makes me SO mad! You should ask my mom what you should say next time you go there. She always has the best comebacks. I would try to be rude but I would end up sounding like an idiot and have a red face! but still, that makes me so mad!
I would have left either no tip or maybe just a dollar. TIPS are to encourage the waiter to do a good job. I mean, CEOs don't get bonuses if the company fails. Oh wait, yes they do and I'm paying for them. I actually do not get any taxes back this year and worse, I have to pay more. What a country.
No tip for him! Bummer, it is sad when you get bad service when you are planning on enjoying your favorite restaruant. Better luck next time.
By the way, what time are you love birds getting married?
Oh my gosh! I would've been so annoyed. And its so true that they have a section for poor students haha. I always leave good tips, I hate how college kids get stereotyped as bad tippers so your waiter doesn't care about you.
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