This table of three people sat in my section the other night. It looked like a mother, father, and their 20-something daughter. Including other things, the mother and father both ordered side salads. The woman has our house dressing, on the side, while the father had a blue cheese and low fat vinaigrette dressing, on the side. I didn’t deliver the salads, nor was I alerted of a problem (by the guests). A fellow server let me know that the mother had made a mistake, pouring the wrong dressing on her salad, and they needed a new house salad with a replacement blue cheese dressing.
This didn’t make sense to me for several reasons.
- The dressing look nothing alike.
- If one of the three dressing was poured on a salad, just swap salads and continue adding dressing.
- How stupid are the people at this table?
Regardless, I rang in a new house salad with each of the three dressings on the side. After a couple minutes, I go to check on the table to see how they’re doing with their salads and if they need refills. The father, complete with the most psychotic and hilarious face, starts raising his voice to me, complaining about how it took “10 MINUTES” to get a new salad. He also told me how, “Never in my life….” has he ever had such bad service. The salad and dressings took all of 4 minutes. Let’s not forget that they’re the idiots who couldn’t figure out how to apply their own dressings.
I couldn’t help but give a huge smile while he went on ranting. If you act like a nut job, making the people at your table and the tables around you uncomfortable, I’m going to laugh. I went on to sarcastically explain how I was sorry someone came over and poured the wrong dressings on their salads. At that moment, he felt stupid and simmered down. His daughter had her head hung in shame and embarrassment. I’m certain he’s done this to her, in public, many times before.
After that ordeal, everything else went rather smoothly. Sure, they left me a shit tip, but I enjoyed asking him, each time I went to the table, “Are you doing okay, sir?”