December 21, 2006

Just Shy of Five Star Dining!

Posted in Nugget at 10:10 pm by Momma

Wednesday night Daddy and I went out to one of Sitka’s finest dining establishments to celebrate our three year anniversary. Our usual repertoire of eateries include one of our three Mexican restaurants or local Chinese restaurant. Since we were out on the town Buggle-free we figured we’d try to make this occasion a bit more special and have a nice dinner together.

We were promptly sat, brought water and told our server would be right with us. We wait a bit then our server comes with a bruchetta sample, takes our drink order and returns to another table. We order, get our salad and soup, and up to this point are really having a nice meal, nice conversation, and enjoying each other’s company.

THEN, our dinner’s arrive. I ordered the veggie ravioli, and Daddy as he always does ordered the filet mignon. Only this time instead of beef, it was rat, or horse, or who knows what! From across the table I can tell just by LOOKING at the meat that it is one nasty cut of meat! After exhausting his mini-ice cream scoop of mashed potatoes, Daddy picked around at the “steak.”

“This is really gross.” “I don’t know what the deal with it is, if it is a bad cut of meat, if it was re-frozen, bad quality, I don’t know but it’s really gross.”

So after insisting that he doesn’t eat it and get food poisoning or ecoli, the server returns and we explain to him that the steak is poor quality. He takes the plate back and went to speak with the chef. He returned to the table after about five minutes with a slice of mud pie and say’s:

“I spoke with my chef about your filet and she said that it was just cut last night and there was nothing wrong with the meat, so I’m going to disagree with you about it not being satisfactory, but we don’t want you to leave angry so here is some free mud pie!”

What? You’re gonna what? Disagree? WHAT? With me? The customer? Wawawhat? At this point the psycho-server came out, however since Daddy HATES being confrontational, so instead of ripping him a new one I handed him the credit card, paid for a $30 steak that he never ate and left. Never did he offer to have the chef make him a new filet (not that Daddy would have ate it) or offer to bring him another entree. Nothing. Nada. Zilch. Just a mangled piece of frozen goo!

That was one long drive home! Long enough for Momma to stew and get even more pissed off that “he is gonna have to disagree with us…” I don’t give a damn what the reason we gave him, he should NEVER disagree with the customer!

By the time we got home I was so upset that I couldn’t let this one go. Especially after Daddy had begun complaining that he didn’t feel good and that his stomach was really unsettled! So I called and left a voice-mail with the manager, explaining the situation and expressing my irritation and frustration.

Of course once Daddy found out I did this he was pissed. Going off on some lame speech about how “we’ll just not go there anymore, and it’ll be their loss, blah blah…”

Now his latest joke around the house goes something like this, “oh, does that piss you off too? was that not up to your standards? Maybe you should write a letter….” You’ll have to ask him for the true authentic version, I’m just paraphrasing. I guarantee he’ll make you laugh.

My response: “Nope, no letter just the blog for the whole virtual world to see for all of eternity!”

By the way, Mr. Server Man: The Mud Pie–NOT FREE!!!! We paid $30 for that sliver of a gesture to make things right!

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1 Comment »

  1. Auntie Manda said,

    I can not WAIT to hear the “true, authentic version”! And, good for you for sticking up for your hubby when he wouldn’t. Eff that place! 😉


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