Last night Amy and I went on a date to this place where we had a $25 gift card. We soon found out that it could only be used if we spent over $50. So when it was all said and done, we ended up paying $38 for the privilege of using said $25 gift card. In the midst of deciding I’d never go back there, I started to think of some other things that can ruin a perfectly good dining experience.
Over-Excited Employee
Bro, I appreciate the enthusiasm. But I’m never going to be as excited about this sandwich as you are. Please stop making me feel guilty for my standard level of excitement. Culprit: Lenny’s
Damp Tables
Thank you for wiping my table down. But try wringing out your washcloth next time. I’d rather not eat with wet shirt sleeves. By the way, did that washcloth used to be white? Apparently you’re wiping my table down with a mixture of water, ketchup, baby spit up, and butt sweat (they wipe the seats with those same washcloths, you know). Culprit: Taco Mac
The Shrimp Toss
Having a Japanese chef toss a shrimp in your mouth is incredible when you’re 12. It’s less incredible when you’re on a date with your fiancé. And to all the chefs out there – once it’s bounced off my top lip and onto the floor, there’s no need to keep trying. I’ve already lost my dignity. Please stop kicking me while I’m down by adding more sauce marks to my face. Culprit: Nagano
No Free Refills
Your sign that reads “No Free Refills” should instead say “Thank you for your last visit with us” because I’m never coming back. Culprit: Office Depot
The Lean Down
No offense, but I need you to be my waiter, not my pal. I don’t need you to squat down to get on my level. My neck can handle looking up for a half-minute. And don’t you dare slide in the booth with me. Culprit: Outback
The Menu Novel
There are some restaurants where it would have been better to order the menu off of Amazon and read it before I came than to spend the first half-hour of Date Night wading through the 83 different appetizers selections. Culprit: The Cheesecake Factory
Charging to Split
Guess how we’re able to afford going to fancy restaurants (besides fasting for three days prior)? You guessed it – splitting an entree. When I find out they charge to share, I turn the rest of the meal into a covert operation, sneaking bites of “my wife’s meal” when the waitress isn’t looking. Culprit: Fancy Restaurants
Water Punishment
If I have the discipline to order water, don’t treat me like a lesser human. Is it really necessary to give me a mouthwash-sized, clear cup? I can’t even fit one cube of ice in there. Culprit: Panera
What ruins a restaurant experience for you?
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