Frequent visitors to this site know how much talk there is about different races and their tendencies with regards to manners, tipping, dining etiquette, etc. That being said, I thought I would share my little story about what happened tonight.
My second table of the night were these two black ladies. I would say they were mid-twenties and most likely lesbians. I make this assumption about their sexuality because they sat really close together and stared at each other a lot. In my experience, this is a recipe for disaster. It’s been my experience that women don’t tip me well, black people don’t tip me well and lesbians definitely don’t tip me well. While I had it in the back of my mind that I was really fighting against the odds, I pushed on and tried to give my very best service (as I always do). Even if I wasn’t going to get a good tip, at least these two were very nice to look at.
No sooner than I greet these women and ask them what they would like to drink, the hurdles started coming my way. The woman who was doing the ordering spoke super-ghetto English. I had a really tough time understanding what she was ordering. After getting her to repeat the drink order a few times, I finally figured out that one drink was supposed to be a Grey Goose lemon drop. The other drink was a Patron Cosmopolitan with simple syrup. Wait, what? I’ve never heard of such a thing. Before I left to put in the drink order, I asked if they’d like to start of with an appetizer. I was told, in a tone that told me a complaint was eminent, that they would make that decision after they tasted the drinks.
When I drop off the drinks, the woman with the Patron Cosmo and simple syrup gives me a look of disgust and asks me what it is that I brought her. Apparently the drink wasn’t red enough because all I did to right the order was bring it back to the bar and dilute it with more cranberry juice. I asked the two ladies if their drinks were to their liking, which is when I was told that they knew we wouldn’t get them right, but they’ll do. Lovely.
When the lady ordered the appetizer, I couldn’t understand her final sentence. I thought she was asking me if it was spicy. I replied, telling her that it does have some “kick”, but it’s not the spiciest thing we sell. I also mentioned that everyone has a different threshold for spiciness, and that I would give it a 7/10 on my “spicy meter”.
When I delivered the appetizer, she told me that it wasn’t supposed to have almonds on it. Wait, what? Is that what she had told me, to not put almonds on it? If so, then why did she entertain me when I started explaining how spicy I thought it was? I told her I would get her the correct appetizer, and that it would only be a few minutes. Apparently the almonds really disgusted her, because when I delivered the corrected appetizer, she told me she didn’t want it. At this point, I figure I’ll be stiffed.
Within a few minutes, the ladies request their check. I print it out, deliver it, and apologize again for the mistake I made. They smile, say it’s okay, then go back to finishing their drinks. I wish them a good evening and hope for the best. To my surprise, they left me $10 on a bill that was only $18.00. That made me really happy. They were gone before I could thank them. I can only hope they come back so I can give them some great service without any errors. I’ll even get them a free appetizer.