This story is actually coming from a waitress, and my dinner from hell, as a server.
It started at 3 pm on a Wednesday. The restaurant I worked at had happy hour from 4-7 pm and it was only IN THE BAR… not at the restaurant tables.
So this 30ish couple come in and the guy says, “Hey it’s happy hour.” I had to inform him that happy hour was only in the bar. Strike one… he didn’t like that.
So he asked me how much a draft beer would be not on happy hour pricing and I told him I wasn’t sure, let me get him a drink menu (because all the prices are in the computer, I don’t know the prices of anything). His female companion adds that she would like to know what kind of margaritas we had. I told her that I had to bring her a drink menu as well. She got all huffy and asked me, “Are you new, because you don’t know a whole lot.” I was so mad, I told her that we had 30 different margaritas and I was sorry if I couldn’t recite the ingredients of every single one to her, that’s why I offered the drink menu.
My blood boils right now, as I think about it.
So this is just the start of the party.
She ordered a raspberry margarita which she immediately hated, so I took it away from her. She ordered a soda instead. For dinner she ordered the prime rib with a baked potato with butter and sour cream.
Here’s where it gets really good.
The plate with her dinner on it had the meat, a cup of au jus, a small ramekin of horseradish sauce, and her baked potato with butter and sour cream on it.
I came back and checked on them a few minutes later and everyone was happy. Unfortunately, that didn’t last long.
I came back again a few minutes later to see how the meal was and she was pissed! She said to me, “There’s horseradish in this little cup and I thought it was sour cream and I put it on my baked potato, and now my throat is on fire… I’m allergic to horseradish.”
First let me say that if you’re allergic to something that automatically comes with your food, you should tell your server. That being said…
She asked why I put horseradish on her plate. I told her that it automatically comes with prime rib.
This is the best part………
She said, “I’ve eaten prime rib at some of the most expensive restaurants in town and have never had horseradish served with it.” I was like…….uh….yeah………..sure you have.
I was so mad that I wanted to scream back at her that every restaurant that serves prime rib, serves it with a side of horseradish. Ooooo, I was so mad.
I told my manager to have fun with her… so he told her the exact same thing that I wanted to scream, only he did it nicely.
They were just looking for a free meal and I’m happy to say that they didn’t get it that day.