Vortex
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- Apr 28, 2005
and now (drumrollllll) a double post...
I had a table the other day that reminded me of what it would be like to wait you lords....
ill walk you through it..
3 professional looking black women sat at my table (hate to stereotype but black people are some of the hardest to please...usually something gets sent back or not liked somewhere...)...i greeted them we joked cuz they were in a good mood it was one of their birthday.....
drink order taken (1 iced t, 1 water with lemon and straw, 1 raspberry lemonade)
[during this time i got 2 other tables sat]
went to my computer to order the lemonade because the bar makes it, i dont. While waiting for that i took the 2nd drink order and told the 3rd id be right with them. Rung in the 2nd drink order and alas the lemonade was just getting poured so i made my tea and water and grabbed the lemonade (took 2 minutes...at the most)...dropped it off and they werent ready to order. Since my 2nd table all had blended drinks thats gonna take another minute. so i got my 3rd drink order....while chatting with them the 3 lovely ladies started screeching my name....(i put my finguer up and said ill be right there)...finished my 3rd drink order to an annoyed couple who didnt like being inturrupted (i would be pissed too)...
back to the 3 lovely ladies (as i have deemed them) she said her lemonade was too sweet and she wanted something else....cept it took her forever to decide...coke or something else...settled with coke....now my 2nd table just had to wait a little longer because of the 3 LL (lovely ladies).
drinks out to 2nd table....2nd table wants to order....done....run to kitchen to hurry with 3rd tables drinks bread etc...
the lovely ladies are now ready to order...the raspberry lady orders the same thing cuz its her favorite and insisted her friends have the same thing. (ordering while eating bread at the same time mind you).......if the one girl wouldnt have said it was her favorite i would have encouraged a different dish because it isnt all the conventional (http://www.thecheesecakefactory.com/menu.htm angel hair pasta...first item under pastas). It just isnt for everyone so i usually steer people from it cuz most dont care for it that much.....but it was her favorite im not going to make her feel bad when most dont like it.........
table 3 is now ready i take their order....to hear my name being screeched yet again.....apparently they want more bread...and couldnt wait for me to finish with my other tables dining experience...
now the horror really begins
food goes out and they all start picking at it like i set alien pods down in front of them.
"what is this (they went from professional to ghetto in 2.3 seconds)" "can we get more sauce"
absolutely...i rush to the kitchen because its made per dish it was going to take 1-2 minutes to cook it.
other 2 tables are doing fine everything is well...
Suddenly im in the kitchen getting a refill for another table (yea those horrible refills) when another server is chasing me saying table 4 needs me now....(groan)
i get there ask what i can help is something wrong what can i do (the usual)...the 2 LL's who got their food ordered didnt like it....(as im setting their extra sauce at the table ....the pasta was a little clumpy (as only angel hair can....i hate that pasta its so inconsistant at times) They ask for new ones ...no problem i suggest maybe they change the pasta to something like penne that wont clump.....they loved the idea...no problem....im in the kitchen getting it done and have a manager to the table...(for the 2nd time...first time for the lemonade).
The pasta is almost done...just gettin a garnish (it takes 3-4 minutes to cook that one thank goodness)...and im giving at table some dessert menues when my name gets screeched yet again (i think they were howler monkeys and not people at this point)....
rush over....we change our mind and want something different (the one is still eating hers because, if you remember, it was her favorite)
fine hamburger and chicken sandwich (neither on the menu, at least in the pure form, but i get to the kitchen to get it done)
....manager visits yet again....meanwhile my service is begging to fade at my other 2 tables because i have to devote so much time at this table....but just trying to make them happy....
oh the burger she wants well done....great...thats a 9 minute minimum cook time....6 minutes into cooking they me down again and say they dont want those now...(my manager hears this and gets PISSED) they just want to go and want their check. and they are yelling and screaming on how horrible this is and blah blah blah.... I print out the check hand it to my manager and basically say (shaking cuz im so frustrated there is no pleasing them)....and i say im not going back to that table...no tip is worth the circles im jumping through for them.
the manager wasnt happy and chatted with them...not sure what he told her and dont want to know but she apologized TO ME and decided they wanted a dessert cuz it was her birthday. I had them decorate it for the bday and put the candle in it and sang happy birthday (all the while wanting to slice their throats out) because im still trying to do the right thing.
they sat at my table for another 30 minutes (guess they werent in a hurry anymore) and their lingering presence was like a black cloud....my other tables at the time always gave me these "i feel bad for you eyes"
at the end 55$ worth of food and drinks removed from their bill....which now totald 30bux....and they left me 8 dollars
Tell me lords...was this good or bad service on my part?
I had a table the other day that reminded me of what it would be like to wait you lords....
ill walk you through it..
3 professional looking black women sat at my table (hate to stereotype but black people are some of the hardest to please...usually something gets sent back or not liked somewhere...)...i greeted them we joked cuz they were in a good mood it was one of their birthday.....
drink order taken (1 iced t, 1 water with lemon and straw, 1 raspberry lemonade)
[during this time i got 2 other tables sat]
went to my computer to order the lemonade because the bar makes it, i dont. While waiting for that i took the 2nd drink order and told the 3rd id be right with them. Rung in the 2nd drink order and alas the lemonade was just getting poured so i made my tea and water and grabbed the lemonade (took 2 minutes...at the most)...dropped it off and they werent ready to order. Since my 2nd table all had blended drinks thats gonna take another minute. so i got my 3rd drink order....while chatting with them the 3 lovely ladies started screeching my name....(i put my finguer up and said ill be right there)...finished my 3rd drink order to an annoyed couple who didnt like being inturrupted (i would be pissed too)...
back to the 3 lovely ladies (as i have deemed them) she said her lemonade was too sweet and she wanted something else....cept it took her forever to decide...coke or something else...settled with coke....now my 2nd table just had to wait a little longer because of the 3 LL (lovely ladies).
drinks out to 2nd table....2nd table wants to order....done....run to kitchen to hurry with 3rd tables drinks bread etc...
the lovely ladies are now ready to order...the raspberry lady orders the same thing cuz its her favorite and insisted her friends have the same thing. (ordering while eating bread at the same time mind you).......if the one girl wouldnt have said it was her favorite i would have encouraged a different dish because it isnt all the conventional (http://www.thecheesecakefactory.com/menu.htm angel hair pasta...first item under pastas). It just isnt for everyone so i usually steer people from it cuz most dont care for it that much.....but it was her favorite im not going to make her feel bad when most dont like it.........
table 3 is now ready i take their order....to hear my name being screeched yet again.....apparently they want more bread...and couldnt wait for me to finish with my other tables dining experience...
now the horror really begins
food goes out and they all start picking at it like i set alien pods down in front of them.
"what is this (they went from professional to ghetto in 2.3 seconds)" "can we get more sauce"
absolutely...i rush to the kitchen because its made per dish it was going to take 1-2 minutes to cook it.
other 2 tables are doing fine everything is well...
Suddenly im in the kitchen getting a refill for another table (yea those horrible refills) when another server is chasing me saying table 4 needs me now....(groan)
i get there ask what i can help is something wrong what can i do (the usual)...the 2 LL's who got their food ordered didnt like it....(as im setting their extra sauce at the table ....the pasta was a little clumpy (as only angel hair can....i hate that pasta its so inconsistant at times) They ask for new ones ...no problem i suggest maybe they change the pasta to something like penne that wont clump.....they loved the idea...no problem....im in the kitchen getting it done and have a manager to the table...(for the 2nd time...first time for the lemonade).
The pasta is almost done...just gettin a garnish (it takes 3-4 minutes to cook that one thank goodness)...and im giving at table some dessert menues when my name gets screeched yet again (i think they were howler monkeys and not people at this point)....
rush over....we change our mind and want something different (the one is still eating hers because, if you remember, it was her favorite)
fine hamburger and chicken sandwich (neither on the menu, at least in the pure form, but i get to the kitchen to get it done)
....manager visits yet again....meanwhile my service is begging to fade at my other 2 tables because i have to devote so much time at this table....but just trying to make them happy....
oh the burger she wants well done....great...thats a 9 minute minimum cook time....6 minutes into cooking they me down again and say they dont want those now...(my manager hears this and gets PISSED) they just want to go and want their check. and they are yelling and screaming on how horrible this is and blah blah blah.... I print out the check hand it to my manager and basically say (shaking cuz im so frustrated there is no pleasing them)....and i say im not going back to that table...no tip is worth the circles im jumping through for them.
the manager wasnt happy and chatted with them...not sure what he told her and dont want to know but she apologized TO ME and decided they wanted a dessert cuz it was her birthday. I had them decorate it for the bday and put the candle in it and sang happy birthday (all the while wanting to slice their throats out) because im still trying to do the right thing.
they sat at my table for another 30 minutes (guess they werent in a hurry anymore) and their lingering presence was like a black cloud....my other tables at the time always gave me these "i feel bad for you eyes"
at the end 55$ worth of food and drinks removed from their bill....which now totald 30bux....and they left me 8 dollars
Tell me lords...was this good or bad service on my part?