![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
Fey and Lenna's Resteraunt Adventure
Aug. 13th, 2005 05:17 pmWent to dinner with ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
lennaofmidearth. We went to Mexican, and we brought along her daughter. We go to this place a lot, and it's always great food and good service. So when our waiter didn't show up for about ten minutes, we were worried. Had he met with an accident? Was he being mugged in the kitchen? Or maybe he'd fallen into an alternate dimension! Finally he did show up - with no explanation for his lateness- and didn't bother taking out drinks when he stopped by the table, and didn't take our orders when he brought the drinks, and continued to essentially treat us as though we were monkeys begging at the efge of a safari camp.
When he passed through the kitchen doors, it was like he slipped into L-Space. Or K-Space, as we are dealing with kitchens. He'd go back there and we wouldn't see him for vast periods of time, and when we did, he was magically on the other end of the room, waiting on other people.
A couple that was there got up and left after waiting ten minutes between drinks and... well, nothing. We could tell they were angered because they kept glaring at the waiter and looking around the place for him. Also the flaring of the man's nostrils like that of enraged bull tipped us off. But alas, Waiter was not there.
When he finally brought out food, he just tossed it down like so much garbage and didn't even manage to put the food in front of us. And without the usual 'it's hot' warning for our burning hot plates. All the while he has an expression like that of a sleepy stoner - not all there and un-focused. He focused up pretty quickly when he noticed his other table had departed, leaving a handful of loose change and bills in their stead. His expression was akin to a puppy who didn't quite understand why widdling on the rug was bad.
We eat. The food, at least, was good. Vast quantities of hot tortilla, seasoned meat, and soft beans. We gorged ourselves on Mexican delights, un-interrupted by Waiter coming by to check on us. The child and I want dessert. We announce this when Waiter drops by to ask us how things are. He promptly disappears and returns not with a dessert menu but with a box. I had asked for the box, but one expects a dessert menu. Luckily we knew what we wanted, and in slow and loud voices we explained our choices. I got myself a cheesecake burrito, and the child ordered the '2 chocolate chimis'. Usually there are 4 chimis in a dessert order, but the child's menu comes with 2. Waiter repeats this back to us, and we confirm.
Fifteen minutes later - after another jaunt into whatever plane of existence he inhabits in between waiting tables - our dessert comes. One cheese cake burrito and two orders of chocolate chimis.
lennaofmidearth - being too kind to tell Waiter that he is a raging moron - eats one of the orders. Or begins to, until I explain that the reason there is no chocolate at the top is because the chimi was standing upright, and it had all run down its length to the bottom. It was after that that my burrito spurted out gobs of white cheesecake when I pressed down upon it.
Eating was then made difficult by laughter.
Waiter was left with a very small tip.
lennaofmidearth. We went to Mexican, and we brought along her daughter. We go to this place a lot, and it's always great food and good service. So when our waiter didn't show up for about ten minutes, we were worried. Had he met with an accident? Was he being mugged in the kitchen? Or maybe he'd fallen into an alternate dimension! Finally he did show up - with no explanation for his lateness- and didn't bother taking out drinks when he stopped by the table, and didn't take our orders when he brought the drinks, and continued to essentially treat us as though we were monkeys begging at the efge of a safari camp. When he passed through the kitchen doors, it was like he slipped into L-Space. Or K-Space, as we are dealing with kitchens. He'd go back there and we wouldn't see him for vast periods of time, and when we did, he was magically on the other end of the room, waiting on other people.
A couple that was there got up and left after waiting ten minutes between drinks and... well, nothing. We could tell they were angered because they kept glaring at the waiter and looking around the place for him. Also the flaring of the man's nostrils like that of enraged bull tipped us off. But alas, Waiter was not there.
When he finally brought out food, he just tossed it down like so much garbage and didn't even manage to put the food in front of us. And without the usual 'it's hot' warning for our burning hot plates. All the while he has an expression like that of a sleepy stoner - not all there and un-focused. He focused up pretty quickly when he noticed his other table had departed, leaving a handful of loose change and bills in their stead. His expression was akin to a puppy who didn't quite understand why widdling on the rug was bad.
We eat. The food, at least, was good. Vast quantities of hot tortilla, seasoned meat, and soft beans. We gorged ourselves on Mexican delights, un-interrupted by Waiter coming by to check on us. The child and I want dessert. We announce this when Waiter drops by to ask us how things are. He promptly disappears and returns not with a dessert menu but with a box. I had asked for the box, but one expects a dessert menu. Luckily we knew what we wanted, and in slow and loud voices we explained our choices. I got myself a cheesecake burrito, and the child ordered the '2 chocolate chimis'. Usually there are 4 chimis in a dessert order, but the child's menu comes with 2. Waiter repeats this back to us, and we confirm.
Fifteen minutes later - after another jaunt into whatever plane of existence he inhabits in between waiting tables - our dessert comes. One cheese cake burrito and two orders of chocolate chimis.
lennaofmidearth - being too kind to tell Waiter that he is a raging moron - eats one of the orders. Or begins to, until I explain that the reason there is no chocolate at the top is because the chimi was standing upright, and it had all run down its length to the bottom. It was after that that my burrito spurted out gobs of white cheesecake when I pressed down upon it.Eating was then made difficult by laughter.
Waiter was left with a very small tip.
