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Originally Posted by JazzzLovr
I missed this thread the first time around. I'm enjoying some of these responses.  |
Me too. This must have been started when I was still deeply hooked on Knights of the Old Republic.
If we're talking restaurants, one experience comes to mind.
1. Applebee's in Staten Island, in December of '97. I had just driven non-stop from Chicago to New York City in 12 hours, so I was more than a bit wiped out. We (me, the future Mrs. Frazod, my friend Scott and his wife Susan) got to Applebee's shortly before closing. Apparently they were also going to start their Christmas party as soon as the last customers left, so they were none too happy to see us straggle in at the last minute. And boy, did it show. You'd think they'd want to get us out of there quickly, but no - we were ignored. Finally Scott had to flag down a bitch of a waitress to even get drinks ordered. Scott (old Navy buddy) lives in Staten Island, and we had went there on his recommendation, so he was embarrassed and pissed. Anyway, it takes forever to get the drinks, and then we asked for bread sticks. When they were brought to the table, they were cold - and I mean ICE cold. When we complained, they were taken away and returned shortly, and obviously the bitch just took them in back and popped them in the microwave. When we got them back, they were warm but were so ruined by the nuking that neither Scott or myself could pull them apart, let alone bite into them. It was like trying to tear apart of chunk of solid rubber. At that point, we called the manager over, who was a complete, unapologetic dick. We both cussed him out and left, obviously without paying for the drinks (or the food orders that had already been started). IIRC, we ended up eating at Burger King, which was fine by me. I've never set foot in an Applebee's since.
I think Scott pocketed one of the rolls and took it home for his dog as a chew toy. That damn dog is probably still chewing on it.
