Sunday, April 02, 2006
speaking of salad...
We had 40 people in for dinner last night (thank God it's not all on the same time) and there were only me, second mum's elder sis, (Let's call her sexy grandma - she lives up to the name trust me) and our dear chef, A.
It was just me running around on the front and occassionally, sexy grandma when I was too busy making coffee or deserts. It's not easy if you have the whole place full of people but everything was under control.
I've taken the order for the 6-top at the front, sat down a couple who just walked in, delivered drinks to the 4-top (2 couples). One of the couples at the 4-top are the parents of S' best friend. S is second mum's middle daughter.
I moved on the party of 5 tucked at the back of the restaurant. 3 girls and 2 guys. Those girls are prissy I swear, one ordered bruschetta and the other 2 ordered, what else but salad for dinner.
The girl looked at me snobbishly and said, "I don't want any anchovies in my chicken caeser salad."
I nodded and put down on the note: Bitch alert, no anchovies before she dies from trying to lose some weight.
Of course I didn't do that.
The curly hair brunette chose sundried tomatoes salad with grilled chicken.
The 2 guys have pastas. Easy I thought.
So I placed their orders in and proceed to take the 4-top orders.
Somehow in between running around and 20 minutes later, I realized that the party of 5 still haven't gotten their orders out yet when A asked me whether the 4-top is ready for their mains. Apparently there were some confusion at the kitchen as the chef and sexy grandma were working around getting orders out, etc.
I walked up the party of 5 explaining to them what happened and apologized, telling them their orders would be ready as soon as possible. They seemed quite happy when I delivered the food.
When the caeser salad girl got hers, she went, "Was it just me freaking out or was that anchovies?" pointing at her salad.
The curly hair brunette girl peered into the salad and replied, "It is anchovies!"
"I'll get this replaced for you. I'm sorry about that." I offered.
Well, A took 2 minutes to make her a fresh salad with no anchovies. I delivered her salad and apologized again.
She just brushed me off saying, "No worries!"
So I walked away to check on the rest of my customers. Everyone is happy, either chatting away, laughing, drinking or eating.
Not long later, the party of 5 walked up to the counter. They didn't even bother to have deserts which I'm not surprised considered the 3 girls being anorexic wannabes.
One of the guys, who offered to pay for the rest of them cleared his throat and said, "We're not quite happy about some things tonight. We live down the road and come here quite often. Usually we're happy. What went wrong in the kitchen, the orders were late and stuff."
I definitely do not recall them as regulars. Because if they are, beats me, sexy grandma would have recognized them too.
I bit back my tongue and said, "I've explained what happened earlier, and I'm sorry once again for the unpleasantness."
"And one of the girls does not have artichokes and pepper or something in her salad." he continued.
Then the curly hair brunette hair nodded and said, "Yep, there's no artichokes and red pepper in it!"
"Also, the girls didn't get their diet cokes." he added.
"Shouldn't we get some sort of discount or something?" the other guy chipped in. He seems to be the nicer one of the bunch though.
I looked at the leader of the whingers and said, "I'll ask the chef if I could knock a few dollars off the salad, it shouldn't be a big deal. As for the cokes, it's entirely my fault. I forgot about it but you should have told me."
"Oh, we just thought that to bring this up together at the end," he said.
I'm about to bang my head on the wall at this point of time. It's my fault for forgetting the cokes but if they really wanted the drinks, they would have reminded me. This is not some sort of mind-reading class or memory test.
"I'll take $3 off the salad price for you, if that's alright." I asked the curly hair brunette.
"Yep, sure... That sounds good." she said.
"How much did she said she was gonna take off?" the caeser salad girl asked her.
When the curly hair brunette told her the amount, she quipped, "You should have got it for free!"
"Are there anything else you guys are unhappy about?" I looked at the party of 5.
The caeser salad girl immediately replied, "There were anchovies in my salad!"
The leader of the whingers noticed how stupidity has taken over one of his minions and immediately but his hand out towards her, obviously signaling her to stop talking further.
I was giving them this shocking look and told the leader of the whingers firmly, "I've replaced the salad for her."
"I've knocked off the corkage charges for tonight as well just to be fair to you," I continued knowing what exactly these people were after. I really just can't wait to get rid of them and I hope that they will never come back.
The leader just nodded and said, "There's no problem with that." He passed me his credit card to be processed and the party walked out after the transaction is done.
The nice guy stayed back for a couple more minutes because he was waiting for the chef to prepare his desert to be taken away.
In that 5 minutes, I've found out that they don't come by often and they mostly do take-aways. The only time he's been here was 3 years ago, I didn't ask about the rest
The girls have totally forgetten about the diet cokes until they're leaving the place. "Not that they need them, anyway." he added.
Sexy grandma and A were sitting outside so I went up to them and complained about the bunch of whingers. A mentioned told me it's common as these people are after free food whatsoever, it's the hospitality industry. Sexy grandma mentioned that when she said goodnight to them, they didn't reply and just walked away.
I walked off to clean their table and the curly hair brunette left only 1/4 potion of her salad. Come to think of it if she really wants the artichokes or red pepper badly, she should have asked for it immediately and if she's really unhappy with the food, she could have send it back to us without eating it and she definitely would get her salad for free.
It's just like me not liking something but managed to somehow force myself to finish it anyway. It doesn't make any sense.
I still can't believe such people do exist, nit-picking tiny details which don't make any sense just to get free food. If you can't afford to eat out, then don't. Stick to Hungry Jacks like how the chef puts it.
It was just me running around on the front and occassionally, sexy grandma when I was too busy making coffee or deserts. It's not easy if you have the whole place full of people but everything was under control.
I've taken the order for the 6-top at the front, sat down a couple who just walked in, delivered drinks to the 4-top (2 couples). One of the couples at the 4-top are the parents of S' best friend. S is second mum's middle daughter.
I moved on the party of 5 tucked at the back of the restaurant. 3 girls and 2 guys. Those girls are prissy I swear, one ordered bruschetta and the other 2 ordered, what else but salad for dinner.
The girl looked at me snobbishly and said, "I don't want any anchovies in my chicken caeser salad."
I nodded and put down on the note: Bitch alert, no anchovies before she dies from trying to lose some weight.
Of course I didn't do that.
The curly hair brunette chose sundried tomatoes salad with grilled chicken.
The 2 guys have pastas. Easy I thought.
So I placed their orders in and proceed to take the 4-top orders.
Somehow in between running around and 20 minutes later, I realized that the party of 5 still haven't gotten their orders out yet when A asked me whether the 4-top is ready for their mains. Apparently there were some confusion at the kitchen as the chef and sexy grandma were working around getting orders out, etc.
I walked up the party of 5 explaining to them what happened and apologized, telling them their orders would be ready as soon as possible. They seemed quite happy when I delivered the food.
When the caeser salad girl got hers, she went, "Was it just me freaking out or was that anchovies?" pointing at her salad.
The curly hair brunette girl peered into the salad and replied, "It is anchovies!"
"I'll get this replaced for you. I'm sorry about that." I offered.
Well, A took 2 minutes to make her a fresh salad with no anchovies. I delivered her salad and apologized again.
She just brushed me off saying, "No worries!"
So I walked away to check on the rest of my customers. Everyone is happy, either chatting away, laughing, drinking or eating.
Not long later, the party of 5 walked up to the counter. They didn't even bother to have deserts which I'm not surprised considered the 3 girls being anorexic wannabes.
One of the guys, who offered to pay for the rest of them cleared his throat and said, "We're not quite happy about some things tonight. We live down the road and come here quite often. Usually we're happy. What went wrong in the kitchen, the orders were late and stuff."
I definitely do not recall them as regulars. Because if they are, beats me, sexy grandma would have recognized them too.
I bit back my tongue and said, "I've explained what happened earlier, and I'm sorry once again for the unpleasantness."
"And one of the girls does not have artichokes and pepper or something in her salad." he continued.
Then the curly hair brunette hair nodded and said, "Yep, there's no artichokes and red pepper in it!"
"Also, the girls didn't get their diet cokes." he added.
"Shouldn't we get some sort of discount or something?" the other guy chipped in. He seems to be the nicer one of the bunch though.
I looked at the leader of the whingers and said, "I'll ask the chef if I could knock a few dollars off the salad, it shouldn't be a big deal. As for the cokes, it's entirely my fault. I forgot about it but you should have told me."
"Oh, we just thought that to bring this up together at the end," he said.
I'm about to bang my head on the wall at this point of time. It's my fault for forgetting the cokes but if they really wanted the drinks, they would have reminded me. This is not some sort of mind-reading class or memory test.
"I'll take $3 off the salad price for you, if that's alright." I asked the curly hair brunette.
"Yep, sure... That sounds good." she said.
"How much did she said she was gonna take off?" the caeser salad girl asked her.
When the curly hair brunette told her the amount, she quipped, "You should have got it for free!"
"Are there anything else you guys are unhappy about?" I looked at the party of 5.
The caeser salad girl immediately replied, "There were anchovies in my salad!"
The leader of the whingers noticed how stupidity has taken over one of his minions and immediately but his hand out towards her, obviously signaling her to stop talking further.
I was giving them this shocking look and told the leader of the whingers firmly, "I've replaced the salad for her."
"I've knocked off the corkage charges for tonight as well just to be fair to you," I continued knowing what exactly these people were after. I really just can't wait to get rid of them and I hope that they will never come back.
The leader just nodded and said, "There's no problem with that." He passed me his credit card to be processed and the party walked out after the transaction is done.
The nice guy stayed back for a couple more minutes because he was waiting for the chef to prepare his desert to be taken away.
In that 5 minutes, I've found out that they don't come by often and they mostly do take-aways. The only time he's been here was 3 years ago, I didn't ask about the rest
The girls have totally forgetten about the diet cokes until they're leaving the place. "Not that they need them, anyway." he added.
Sexy grandma and A were sitting outside so I went up to them and complained about the bunch of whingers. A mentioned told me it's common as these people are after free food whatsoever, it's the hospitality industry. Sexy grandma mentioned that when she said goodnight to them, they didn't reply and just walked away.
I walked off to clean their table and the curly hair brunette left only 1/4 potion of her salad. Come to think of it if she really wants the artichokes or red pepper badly, she should have asked for it immediately and if she's really unhappy with the food, she could have send it back to us without eating it and she definitely would get her salad for free.
It's just like me not liking something but managed to somehow force myself to finish it anyway. It doesn't make any sense.
I still can't believe such people do exist, nit-picking tiny details which don't make any sense just to get free food. If you can't afford to eat out, then don't. Stick to Hungry Jacks like how the chef puts it.
chica bonita fluttered eyelashes @ 18:45| 11 comments
