Remember the Highest Waiter Ever at the Eleven City Diner in June? I went back there today for lunch, sat down at a table and a minute later met my waiter: Yeah, that guy.
Needless to say, the drugs didn't impair his memory, as he rewarded my well-deserved stingy tip from last time with complete indifference. We sat at the table for 15 minutes with our menus down before the manager finally came up to us and asked us if we had made our orders. Surprised that we had no opportunity, he assigned a different waiter from the neighboring section to take over our table.
Needless to say, the service was far better than last time. We got what we ordered. It arrived promptly. The check came when I asked for it and the coffee was topped off regularly. All told, it was a good experience, but why should I go back again if I have a run in with Cheech McAngrypants each time?
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