Server Stories

It was a Sunday afternoon a few years ago and my teenaged sister and my teenaged self were dining out with a huge group of friends at a pretty popular sit down restaurant. This was after a weekend teen camp and my sister and I had pitched in for gas and such for the trip which left us with $5 to split. We saw that the only thing we could really afford on the menu for our lunch was fries and we’d still have a bit left for the tip, so we agreed to get it and waited for the waitress to come around.

We had been seated at a booth next to our friend’s long table, and after the waitress took everyone else’s orders she came over to us and charmingly introduced herself and asked what we’d like to order. When we said, “We’ll split a basket of fries,” her whole demeanor changed, she became very frigid and brusque, scribbled it down, and immediately left.

Everyone got their items, and about 5 minutes later she plunked down a basket of cold fries for us as if it was an afterthought. She never asked us if we wanted refills on our empty water cups and we never had time to ask her because of her extremely brisk and rude manner. Our friend’s table was a very busy one, but our booth almost t-boned the table and to get from one end to another (which she did a lot since our friends had bottomless drinks and fries!) she had to go directly past us. She was flirting about with the male members of our party and charming the girls, refilling cups in an eye blink and swooping in at the slightest gesture from someone. The difference between her amazing attentive treatment of them and her cold condescending treatment of us was astounding. Even though she went past us several times she wouldn’t even glance at us and ignored our attempts to gain her attention.

We never got refills for our water or fries and ended up accepting our friend’s offers to share their drinks (even they had noticed that by that point we were drink and foodless!). Everyone finally finished eating and our waitress began to hand around the bills. We waited expectantly for our bill, however she continued to sweep past us, practically giving us goosebumps from her absolutely frigid attitude. My sister and I were very confused about her attitude, but we finally managed to flag her down as she bulled past us after picking up a few bills. We asked her for our bill and she coldly replied, “Your fries are free since your friends ordered bottomless fries” and whipped off again.

My sister and I were surprised; we had no idea the fries would be free but I guess that’s why she was so rude to us. Perhaps she thought we came in just to mooch fries and assumed we were some sort of scum even though we were clean, well dressed and spoke well. We were disgusted by her inability to treat even a non-paying customer with respect, but we still left our entire $5 on the table for her hoping it might make her regret her actions and be kinder in the future. Whether or not that was good for her character I have no idea, but her service sure put me off that restaurant for good.

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My wife (I’ll call her “Karla”) told me about an odd dining experience she had the other night. After hearing it, I thought that Dinners From Hell would be a good site to share it with.

Karla and her 98-year-old mother dined at a well-known Italian-themed U.S. chain restaurant. As they were about to get up from the table after paying the check with an 18% tip, the waiter, who was attending to the adjacent table, came up and leaned towards Karla’s mother and half-whispered matter-of-factly, “I see you have the smells.”

Karla was taken aback and said, “What did you say?”

The server turned back to mom and replied, this time more loudly so that both Karla and her mother (and others nearby) could clearly hear him, “I see you have the smells.”

Mom, who appeared somewhat bewildered by the comment, sheepishly said, “Well, I did have some cabbage with my meal.”

Karla at this point knew full well that the server was stating that her mother had passed gas. Stunned and embarrassed, Karla grabbed her mom’s hand and made a quick exit.

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This was about a week ago in a local mom and pop restaurant (where by the way Hilary Clinton once visited). It was our first time there and we asked the server, “Do you have any Hillary pictures? Her response was, “Just look around.” (With a “duh” expression on her face). We laughed and said oh yeah… lol!!!

Next, she served our breakfast entrées like a deck of cards – really fast, and then remarked, “I’m sorry… I tend to throw plates when my hands are on fire.” So we started to eat our meals when she said to my friend, “Do you want me to hold your coffee and keep you company while you eat?” (He didn’t even realize she had his coffee cup). My friend noticed a hair in his coffee cup and nicely asked for a new one and she replied, “Are you sure it’s not yours?”

The server brought our bills and all I had was a $50; I joked that I didn’t want to break it because then I would just spend it all on my friends. She said,”What if I don’t want to take your fifty?”

I replied, “What if I don’t wanna pay my bill?” Being a server myself I could not believe what was happening!!! We told the manager and he said she has worked there for 5 years and we must have been being disrespectful in some way…

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Mr. Snooty Snoot

February 11, 2011

in Server Stories

Many years ago I had my first experience involving a “fine dining” establishment. I took my college sweetheart to a high-priced restaurant in Sarasota, Florida for her birthday. We dressed in the best clothing that we could afford at that time with our limited incomes. She wore a nice dress, and I had on a sports jacket and tie. They weren’t fashion designer clothing that the restaurant was used to seeing such as Calvin Klein and Giorgio Armani. We probably wore JC Penney discounts, but it was the best that we could do.

When I was presented with the menu my eyes bulged in shock at the meal prices. I was expecting expensive, but not exorbitant. I’m sure it was pricey even for those with decent jobs; for a college kid it was a fortune. Fortunately I brought along some extra cash.

I decided to order the duck; I can’t remember what my girlfriend ordered. The waiter seemed aloof; I wasn’t sure if it was because he was trying to be efficient or had marked us as amateurs. I was stunned when my plate was brought to the table. On the large plate was a tiny piece of meat that was, at most, the size of an infant’s hand. My girlfriend couldn’t believe it either. To make matters worse, I had better tasting duck elsewhere at a much more economical restaurant.

When the waiter came back to ask how we enjoyed our meals, I asked him if that was the typical size of their duck. The waiter sneered at me and said “Yes” in a haughty tone as if to say “Why of course it is you lowly trailer park trash JC Penney-wearing peons.” I can’t understand why Mr. Snooty Snoot had to put on airs and take on such a contemptuous demeanor simply because I inquired about my food portion. Didn’t he realize that if he was ever personally hired by those that he served they’d have him pruning their rose bushes, cleaning their toilets, and picking up their dog’s poop? I thought about complaining to management, but I didn’t want to make a scene and ruin my girlfriend’s dinner.

The waiter made no pretense of paying attention to us for the rest of the evening. He probably figured that such young lowlifes weren’t going to tip anyway. Such an assumption is wrong of course. I would have given him a decent tip for decent service, instead of a fair tip for awful service.

Before we left I used the restroom since we had a long drive home. I couldn’t believe it when I saw a guy in there that was stationed as an attendant, I guess to powder men’s bottoms when they were finished doing their business.

Unfortunately the experience left a bad taste in my mouth for fancy pretentious places. Even to this day it’s a rare occasion when I visit a hoity toity restaurant; the fanciest it gets for me is Bonefish. I like to stick to tried and true chain restaurants like Red Lobster and Outback where I know that I’ll be treated decently and will receive consistently good food.

- Fed up with foo-foo restaurants

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