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Tonight a had a lady order angel hair pasta, no pine nuts, no tomato, no olives, no cheese, no basil. (the only thing that’s left is noodles and oil) She then sends it back because it’s too bland….*face palm* Really lady its bland? You ordered oiled noodles for Christ’s sake.
-Lynzi
A couple walked into my sushi restaurant demanding non-fish sushi because the girl is highly allergic to fish. I suggest they try our rice dishes instead.
“Ummm, no. I want sushi, but make sure it hasn’t touched any fish.” …..WTF…..
Sarah
Me: “What salad dressing would you like on your salad?”
Annoying: “What kinds do you have?”
Me: “Ranch, Honey Mustard, Bleu Cheese, Balsamic, 1000 Island, (the list goes on forever. My restaurant has like 15).”
After I’ve finally listed all billion dressings that we have:
Annoying: “Oh I’ll just have Ranch.”
… which restaurants do NOT have ranch? (I know there are exceptions, but in a chain restaurant, this is HIGHLY unlikely that you won’t have ranch as a choice….
Shut up and get out of my life.
- Lauren
Tim Horton’s are the worst. I was on soup & sandwich one day and a woman (who turned out to be my neighbor sent back a bagel 4 times. 1)Too much butter 2)Not enough butter 3)Not toasted enough 4)Too toasted and then we ran out of her bagel so she complained to the manager. How can you be this miserable?
- Susan
That moment when someone takes the liberty to order a “round of waters” for a 16 top and I want to round house kick them straight in the face
-Chuck
I work at a breakfast joint, this guy ordered an omelet with spinach instead of red onions, cheddar cheese instead of mushrooms, artichokes instead of black olives and anchovies instead of green peppers with extra cheese and bacon added to the whole thing (wait, will that be an up charge?). That’s not even vaguely the same thing chief. The kitchen was pissed.
-Trevor
If you go out to eat and order a drink with no ice, I will immediately mentally red-flag you as a person.
-Mike
I worked as a server at an organic restaurant. We were known for being vegan-friendly, wheat-free and willing to accommodate individual’s “special dietary needs.” One day a man and his family came in for dinner. He came up to the counter to order and he told me he had a few allergies. I told him that was fine, because we are used to accommodating allergies. Then I asked him what he was allergic to. “You might want to grab a pen” was his response. This man was allergic to eleven major food groupings including, all peanuts, tree nuts and pine nuts, all shellfish and seafood, dairy, lentils and peas and well as wheat. I couldn’t believe it. I grabbed the cook from the kitchen and brought him out to talk to the customer because I didn’t even know what to offer him. I understand that allergies suck, but cross contamination is so common in restaurants that someone whose life could be threatened by and number of common foods should maybe stay in to eat.
The story ends as the customer orders and eats steak and cooked quinoa. I stood within arms reach of the phone his entire stay just in case I had to call emergency services.
-Brandon
Two older couples came in. For the sake of clarity, I will call the two women Nice Wife and Bitch Wife.
Bitch wife proceeded to drink Dewars on the rocks until she was extremely intoxicated. When she ordered her steak she asked me to have it cooked “blue.” She flipped out when I told her we didn’t do blue steaks and she instead ordered a very rare steak. Her husband ordered salmon. I was given very specific instructions on how to cook both entrees. Nice Husband and Nice Wife look mortified. Bitch Wife gets her food and promptly flips out because it’s not “blue,” even though she was totally clear on the fact that we didn’t do that at the restaurant. My manager, an experienced chef, goes out of his way to make the woman a damned blue steak and serves it to her himself. It is the third steak we have cooked for her. Bitch Wife lectures me for 10 minutes (I am not exaggerating) on what a terrible server I am, how the restaurant is a piece of shit, etc. She eats all of her steak and half of her husband’s salmon and complains that their food was inedible. She demands that their entrees be taken off their bill.
I am fuming at this point, but the manager still comps their meals. I take the check to the table for Nice Wife and Nice Husband to pay. I am lectured again about what terrible service I offered. After another 10 minutes of being scolded, I calmly told her that I understood she was upset, but that I didn’t prepare her food and had served her exactly what she ordered. Bitch Wife demands to see the manager who cooked her food. She also lectures him and says that she is a professional chef and is appalled at our inability to prepare a blue steak. Manager offers her a job at the restaurant since we obviously don’t know what I’m doing. Bitch Wife flies off the handle and storms out. Her husband follows meekly in her wake.
Nice Wife and Nice Husband leave me an immense tip. They’re so embarrassed by their friend’s behavior that they can barely look me in the eye. They leave and I start cleaning their table. Nice Wife comes back, presses an additional $20 into my hand, and whispers “I’m so sorry about the way she acted. If I’d known she would be that way I would have just fed her at my home… but she’s a chef and I don’t know how to cook.” She gives me a hug and leaves.
A few weeks later, Bitch Wife came back and got super drunk on Dewars on the rocks again. She ended up standing on her tiptoes screaming into the manager’s face in the middle of a packed dining room because there wasn’t cottage cheese on the salad bar. She was banned from the restaurant.
-Paloma
I work at a restaurant with all female servers, think orange shorts and tank tops. There are a couple of regulars that are always there for happy hour, one of which is massively overweight and this is his order every time…”can I please get 20 breaded wings, fries, lots a tots, fried pickles, cheese sticks, EXTRA ranch and a diet Pepsi.” Really…diet?
-BreakRoomStories
