so i want to kill this waitress

[alenxa_classic]

Went to Ruby's on Saturday for lunch, and it was packed. Fortunately, parties of two were in short supply, so we got to sail ahead of the large families and get seated pretty fast. Problem was, our waitress didn't show up for a while. When she did, I noticed that she was the one who'd been talking with the single-diner guy at the table five feet away for the majority of the last ten minutes. She took our order, disappeared for a bit, and then showed up at his table again. For about five more minutes. This continued. She'd make a round of her tables, either dropping off food or taking orders, run back to the kitchen for a minute or so, and then go back to his table to chat. And he lingered over his double cheeseburger and chili fries with ranch, which were delivered just after our order was put in, until about two minutes before we left.

Sunday at BJ's, the bad game of Diner Dash continued. Again, quick seating, and this time the waitress showed up fast too. But apparently I made a mistake in trying to healthify my lunch: I ordered no mayo on my sandwich and got it anyway; and the baked potato half with nothing on it had obviously been sliced a while ago and let sit. Had the food arrived in ten minutes instead of twenty, this wouldn't have been a problem, as I could have resisted the hunger long enough to send it back. (I tend to get less picky about cook-spit in my food when doing WW; it's fewer points than mayo or butter.) However, the wait, combined with this being my first meal of the day, made it near impossible to put off eating. So I started scraping mayo and discarding goopy lettuce and turkey bits. This took me a while, but getting back to check on us took the waitress even longer--long enough that I was down to the crust on the first half of the sandwich. Admittedly, I'm not a fan of the "team-store" approach where the busboy brings your food and the server bounces up ten seconds later to ask how it is before you've tasted it, but it would've saved a whole lot of grump in this case. And whoever made it mandatory for anorexic blondes to ask whether you want dessert, when they should know full well you've had a temper tantrum over a tablespoon of mayonnaise, should be shot.

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[sekl.livejournal.com]

What was single guy tipping in? Gold?

As for dessert, why are you only ever asked when you don't want it or are in a hurry? They only times I've ever tried to order it, the waitress comes with the check and I have to interrupt her attempt to flee the table. When I do just want to escape, they saunter up and ask, "So would you like dessert?" Yes, that is why I have been saying, "Miss, the check? I have a meeting..."

[alenxa.livejournal.com]

I got the impression that Single Guy was from out of the country and she was just fascinated. Don't know where I got it, but there it was. Maybe that he was wearing a button-down shirt (still casual) on a Saturday?

And yes, notification that you have xx:xx hours in which to eat and run works wonders. It's just hard for me to lie about that, especially on weekends.....

[sekl.livejournal.com]

Yeah, weekends aren't eating out times for me usually. Jim and I usually go out for a weekday lunch. Saves us having to draw on placemats to keep Jake entertained.

Was this the Ruby's in Woodbridge? I like the lake view, but we've never gotten good service there. Not since one of the 1002 house dinners where Dave D pocketed the tip on us. Maybe all of 1002 is just cursed there from now on.