In the world of restaurants, most customers leave happy and come back for more. But not everyone feels that way. There are some upset customers who have decided they won’t ever return to a certain restaurant. Bad service, disappointing food, and all sorts of other mishaps left these customers feeling majorly let down. These real-life tales of woe will grab your attention and keep you nodding your head in agreement. So, let’s hear what these upset customers have to say, and maybe we’ll all learn a thing or two about what not to do next time we head out to eat!
I have a severe avocado allergy. I know it sounds weird, but my throat will close up if I ingest it. Anyway, I was at this really popular Mexican restaurant near my house with my mom, and I ordered a quesadilla with no guacamole. I made sure to tell the waitress that I’m allergic to avocado, just so they wouldn’t accidentally give me some. We wait, and the food comes. Lo and behold, there’s a giant scoop of guac on my food. I tell the waitress I can’t eat it, and she just rolls her eyes and says, “The chef said there’s no such thing as an avocado allergy.” Yeah, because the chef DEFINITELY knows about my allergy more than I do.
Local breakfast place in my hometown that I went to as a kid. Ordered a Belgian Waffle, and it comes out dark brown and crunchy. I complained that it was burned, and they sent it back to make a new one. About 5 minutes later, they returned with a new waffle.
Except it wasn’t new. It had bite marks. Right, where I had bitten it… And hey, the section I bit out of had butter on it…
They walked in back and turned the waffle over, thinking no one would notice.
For a work lunch, me and 4-5 coworkers went to a Thai place in Austin. The food was good, and we had a good time- that wasn’t a big deal. It was the staff- specifically the waiter that got me going.
I should preface this a bit with at the time, I wasn’t super well off money-wise- I had a friend helping me with my part of the check.
So, the bills come, and everyone tips very generously, and my tip was a little low. Mind you, there was no gratuity or anything, I just left a little bit of a small tip. Well, we are out the door- almost to the car, I’m smoking a cigarette, and the waiter dashes out “Excuse me, you didn’t tip.”
I told him I did, and he was trying to egg me for more money. I took an extra dollar out and gave it to him, then he had the gall to say “Well, if you are going to tip like this, keep your dollar, why even bother.”
When I was 3 my parents and I were at a Pizza Hut and when the waiter brought out drinks, he spilled them all over me (all three of us got pop so I was sticky). This in itself wasn’t too bad, but when my parents got the check, they realized that they got charged for two sets of drinks, including the ones that were spilled on me! When my dad asked the waiter about this he said it was only fair, this is the only time I’ve ever seen my dad not tip.
It was our favorite bar. We used to live down the road from it. We had our first date there and knew every employee. Even the cooks in the back.
We moved about 25 minutes away. We got engaged and needed to save money. We went for the first time in months. The menu changed drastically, the management changed, and almost none of the servers recognized us, as most staff had left. We tried to give it a go, but the food was awful, they’d even changed cooks.
I booked a table for 7 people at an Indian restaurant. I had this confirmed by email and the manager even called me a few hours before to remind me and let me know they were looking forward to hosting us. I arrive at the restaurant and the manager is nowhere to be seen. The staff tell me there is no booking and even suggested I’ve booked over the road. I show them my phone log and they say it’s definitely not their phone number. They begin trying to usher us towards the exit.
I start thinking I messed up big time and freak out I’ve screwed up organising a get-together for my best friend who is moving away. I decide to call the number that had phoned me earlier. Then the restaurant telephone right next to us starts to ring…
The guy who said I had no booking picks up. He notices it’s me but decides to pretend he thinks I’m another customer calling in, it feels like a scene from Fawlty Towers. I am on the phone with him and standing right next to him, “Hello I’m standing beside you. I have a booking. I’ve got an email confirmation and you also called me today. You just pretended this wasn’t your number and now you’ve answered it right in front of me. I’m pretty sure I’m not booked over the road but I wish I was.
Went there every day in high school. It was just me and my friend and we would go to get drinks and an appetizer while talking and always tipped well we thought (about 20%)
One day we are at watching a football game hosted by a local bar and we happen to see the waitresses from Denny’s there and they are drunk. We see them every day and wave “Hello” to them across the room and we hear one of them say to the others. “Of course, these cheap motherf*ckers would show up.”
The other girls try to get her to shut up but she goes on saying we suck at tipping and she hates serving us.
We left the bar and never went back to the Denny’s.
There was a small fly (a fruit fly I think) in my fried egg. It was all fried and crispy. I wasn’t even that bothered, I’m not a confrontational person. I didn’t even want a whole new meal, I just wanted a new egg. The waitress came back from the kitchen and said that the chef was insisting it was a bit of “herb” that he uses in his cooking. You could see the legs and wings. They were so insistent that I could see it wasn’t worth arguing. They were a new business as well so you would have thought they would want to establish a customer base.
My wife is Celiac. So, really intense real gluten “allergy”.
We get a gluten-free menu. It lists chicken and waffles. She orders it. Takes a few bites. Comments that it’s the best gluten-free waffle she’s ever tasted.
Starts to feel sick. Asks the waiter. “Oh, the waffle isn’t gluten-free, just the chicken.”
Mexican restaurant I had never been to before. Me and two friends go in and wait for a while by the door while being stared at by staff, eventually, we sat. A boy no older than ten years old greeted us after a minute and I asked for water. He said they didn’t have water.
I worked at this place for one day, It was a deli-type place. I had five years of kitchen experience and needed the work in a small town.
Within 5min I was questioning their sanitary disposition, with unregulated temperatures, improper disposal methods and general disregard for cleanliness. After a half hour, I told myself I needed the money, could look past it, and do my best to make improvements over time… then came the french fry that broke the camel’s back.
Their fryer, they dumped a basket of fries in it, but when it came out, it had a brown film or sludge over the delicious crispy-fried potato product. I asked if they were going to serve that to the customer, and they said yes, it’s the gravy. After further questioning, I found out they inherited the property and the oil hasn’t been changed in 7 years.
After 45min of working there, I quit and called the health inspector.
I used to go to a diner all the time that was owned by a guy who was a friend of my parents. From when I was around 10 or so, I would stop there on my way to school almost daily and get breakfast (usually just cereal or some toast, sometimes eggs), as my parents both worked early and wouldn’t be home. Never paid a dime either. On weekends I would usually go there with my parents and get a full fry up, eggs/bacon/sausage/hashbrowns/ham, the works. The food was incredible.
I had a huge crush on one of the waitresses. She would always be working the mornings and would talk to me and be super friendly and call me sweetie or hunny and I’d always look forwards to seeing her. I’m sure she knew it, too. She was gorgeous, or at least she was to 10-year-old me.
Anyway, we moved, and one of my last thoughts as we were leaving that town was “I’m never going to that restaurant again :(“
A family-owned restaurant didn’t honor a 3-week in advance reservation for Valentine’s Day, but instead overbooked and didn’t seat us until an hour later, then proceeded to give us silverware and ask us for drinks 20 minutes after that. We just said not to bother and left.
I had a group of friends totaling 8 people (including myself) all showup and hang out at a steakhouse. We all showed up in casual but clean clothes, and we all made sure to not track mud into the building. As it usually ends up when with a lot of friends, we took a corner booth and had a great time hanging out, and we ordered two appetizers and our food. Food took almost 45 minutes to show up, and our appetizers showed up 10 minutes after our food. We were kind of annoyed by the situation, but f*ck it, we were going to be sitting around hanging out anyways, and we showed up before we were all super hungry.
After the appetizers showed up, our waiter disappeared. We didn’t see him for the rest of the hour we were still there. We did all see the restroom though, given that we all probably just got bad food poisoned. I eventually was able to track down a floor manager in the bar half of the building and voiced a complaint. He showed up at our table to find we had all eaten roughly half of our plates, and two or three of us were still in the bathroom.
He told us “If it truly was our food that made you sick, you’d have not eaten this far”. Not denying that his restaurant got us sick, but that it would have shown up earlier.
I respond by having him just try touching one of the onion rings in the appetizer, which was bone cold; still frozen underneath the frying. He didn’t deny it, but instead diverted to repayment.
Instead of offering to refund us our food, our drinks, or offer a dessert, he told us he’d comp our gratuity.
The one female still at the table with me while we were disputing him said “There’s no gratuity if none of us pays. We’re not paying for this.”, stood up, brushed off her skirt, and walked out.
The floor manager threatened to call the cops on us, but a local native sitting in the booth cat-corner from us stood up and said “The police won’t side with you on this one.” There stood an in-uniform officer (or deputy).
I’ll never eat at Colt’s Taste of Texas ever again, and neither will any of my friends (we all posed for the banned picture!).
I used to go to a local Mexican restaurant so much that I knew the workers by name and they knew me by name. I went with my friend and she was being super flirty and made a deal with the waiter that she would go on a date for a free drink. When we left she said she wasn’t going on that date. I can never return to that restaurant.
I went to a new restaurant with my family. Right near the house, so hopefully it can be a new commonplace. Plus, I’d heard the wings were fantastic.
So we go in. Takes a while for us to have someone come to take our drink orders. So, oh well.
My dad orders a sandwich and a cup of soup. Now, if you order soup, do you not expect it to come before the entree? Well, we get our entrees (side note, the wings weren’t great), but my dad didn’t get his soup, so he tells the waitress and she says she’ll go get it, but he says never mind because he has his entree.
So. We eat. The food was okay. Nothing to rave about.
We get the check and notice the soup is on it. We ask the waitress why it’s on there, and she says because we ordered it. Well, we didn’t eat it, so no reason we should pay for it. Ask to speak to the manager. Now, a $3 cup of soup isn’t a big deal, but it’s the principle of it.
The manager speaks to us. We say we shouldn’t need to pay for it because we didn’t eat it. He disagrees. We ordered it, and therefore we should pay for it.
Long story short, we end up telling him to go f*ck himself, and that he doesn’t want “our type” eating there anyways. Still not sure in what way he meant that. Jewish? New Yorkers?
One of my relatives has a prosthetic leg, and it’s uncomfortable for him to stand for a long time, so he asked for a chair to sit in while waiting for a table. 10 minutes later, a waitress came over and said she needed the chair back. He explained his situation, but she snapped “Well, I’m sorry, I need it. You’ll have to get up.” He shouted “F*CK THIS PLACE!” and stormed out.
It was a restaurant in Waikiki, the last night of our vacation. The place was crawling with bedbugs. We didn’t know they were bedbugs at the time, didn’t actually figure that out until we were back home and the telltale bites developed. We had to call the hotel and tell them we may have introduced bedbugs to the room. (They freaked out but hey, it was their employee who’d recommended the place.) We had to empty out the freezer to deep freeze everything we couldn’t boil or leave roasting in a black garbage bag on a sunny patio for weeks. We had to put special covers on our mattresses and vacuum and scrub every surface every day. Our house wasn’t infested but it was over a month before we could relax.
When I called the restaurant, the manager said, oh yeah, we have a terrible bed bug infestation, we have an exterminator come once a month, but every place in Waikiki has bedbugs, everybody knows that you should read the local newspaper.
When we wrote about it on Trip Advisor, the same manager called us to ask us to remove the review. In return, we’d get dinner on the house if we ever returned.
There’s a bar and grill in the college town I live in. It’s supposed to be great and historic and all that. Each time my husband and I have been, we’ve left disappointed in various ways, but the last straw was when we went in to celebrate his finishing his Master’s degree.
They used to be one of his favorite places as an undergrad, and he would always order the meatloaf sandwich. We sit, he’s looking at the drink menu and the waitress comes. He asks for a certain beer. “Sorry, we haven’t had that since January…” It’s May. Okay, he orders a different beer. “Oh, sorry, we’re out of that also..” okay, no big deal. Places run out of things. So he goes for a common beer. “Well, we haven’t gotten that in yet…” Okay, what? He goes with water.
So now he goes to order his food. A meatloaf sandwich, as always. “Oh, we stopped serving that last month.” At this point we’re looking at each other as if we’re on some candid camera prank show or something, giggling at how horrible his luck seems to be. Then he says “A bacon cheeseburger is fine, then.” Here comes the kicker… “Sorry, we don’t have any burger patties…..” Now, this place has a LOT of burgers on the menu. And it’s just before the lunch rush. We ended up getting an appetizer and vowing to each other to never go back.
In hindsight, it’s something we laugh about quite a bit. But we still don’t test our luck with it.
I called an out-of-the-way pizza place and ordered a pizza for pickup. They had one of the best pies in the area, and where I live, it’s extremely hard to find decent pizza.
I get there about 30 minutes later. They say they never got my order, and that I must have called a different pizzeria. I verified their number and showed on my phone that I had a two-minute conversation with their number half an hour ago. They kept insisting that I called the wrong number. I then literally called that same number that they said was the wrong number. Their phone starts to ring after I called them. They then told me to hang on so they could take the incoming call. I’m staring right at them when I hear them in person and on the phone their standard greeting. I looked them in the eyes and said through the phone, “I’m standing right in front of you. This is the number I called half an hour ago and ordered a large pepperoni.”
I finally said forget it and left. Twenty minutes later, I get a call from the manager. He went out of his way to call me and let me know that I never called their store. I told him that if how he treats customers, then I will no longer return to that restaurant.
I was at a Denny’s in VA Beach, as we were being seated a woman was dragging her little boy to the bathroom and he puked in the lobby waiting area. The woman got frustrated and just took the kid back to their table then didn’t tell anyone that happened. While we were seated the staff noticed and just put a chair over it. We ordered drinks, puke was still there. We ordered food, puke was still there. Food came out, but puke was still there. We couldn’t eat. We paid, left and haven’t been back to a Denny’s since.
My family went out to Denny’s for my sister’s 8th or 9th birthday. She liked the food and since it’s her birthday, it’s whatever. We sat down and waited for 45 minutes. No one came to our table, we were never asked if we wanted any beverages. People that came in after us were helped. Some even got their meals, while we sat there waiting patiently. I was young and I didn’t understand what was going on.
I specifically remember my mom getting furious and telling my dad they were laughing at us. Apparently, my mom had a perfect view of the back area and noticed some of the workers staring and laughing at our table. Maybe it was her imagination and her anger got the best of her. I do remember our family being the only Asians/minorities in the building. We walked out with myself and my younger sibling wondering what we had done to leave without food. Went to Dairy Queen for ice cream cake instead.
And that, folks, was the first time I experienced racism with my family!
There was an all-you-can-eat buffet by my house a while back. They did a mix of Indian, Chinese and British (So you could dump a jalfrezi, sweet and sour noodles and sausage and chips on your plate if you wanted), and it was some of the nicest food I’d ever had (I was 8).
We were going there for my mother’s birthday and we were waiting to be seated when a woman starts screaming. She’d found a microchip you use for tracking pets in her food. Now, these things are about the size of a grain of rice, so if she hadn’t spotted it she could’ve swallowed it.
Once we realize why she’s yelling we back peddle out of there followed by most of the restaurant. The place closed down a week or so later. Now it’s a Co-Op Funeral Care.
I love Indian food and I had a place that was my favorite already however I decided I wanted to try its rival in town. So my boyfriend and I go…
Issue #1 ) I wore shorts and the owner did not seem to take kindly to that. However, this takes place in California during the SUMMER. He kept staring at my bare legs and frowning and it took two hours for our food to be taken and delivered to our table.
Issue #2 ) He insisted we do the buffet option but the entrees we wanted to try weren’t available through the buffet so we chose to order our entrees instead. He took our order and kept coming back asking if we were sure before finally delivering our food two HOURS later.
Issue #3 ) Throughout our meal flies that had gotten in kept landing on our food. Gross. Then the dessert included an entree comprised of three strawberries with a nice topping of curly black hair. Great.
Needless to say, we never returned. Food wasn’t even up to par with its rival, my favorite.
I went to a restaurant on a Friday evening on the way to a sporting event. We just wanted a quick meal, nothing fancy. We set down and get a 6-page menu. I Find a steak sandwich. Cool, I’ll get this. Notice below the section, “Lunch only.” Realizing my mistake I move to the dinner section to find the steak sandwich, “Only available Monday – Thursday.” I start to notice that all over the menu. I ask the waitress, “So, where is the section that I can actually order from?” She points out one small section on the top of a single page of the 6-page menu. There is nothing there but 30+ dollar dinners. My party and I said never mind and got up to leave and she ran past us and I heard her telling the manager that “we didn’t pay for our drinks, all waters and one sweet tea that had not been touched. We ignored her and left, and haven’t been back since.
I once found a piece of broken glass in a dish of ice cream. The ice cream was served in a glass dish, so it’s easy to see how it got there.
I didn’t notice it until it was inside my mouth. I felt something hard, so I spit it out. No harm was done, so I wasn’t mad about it. The chunk of glass didn’t feel sharp. But I thought I ought to tell the waiter.
The waiter acted rather weird about it. He just kept saying: “Um… yeah… well… I see… um… yeah.” He never apologized, never thanked me for telling him, and never offered me anything. He never even told me whether he was going to tell the manager. I guessed from his tone that he didn’t believe me. Maybe he thought I put the broken glass in the dish myself so I could get a free meal or something.
Anyway, it pissed me off just enough that I never went back there. The waiter’s reaction pissed me off a lot more than the broken glass did.
It just occurred to me now that maybe the waiter had dished up the ice cream himself, and maybe he knew it was his own fault and didn’t want to admit it.
I was at a Korean BBQ and we paid for our $70 bill with $100 cash. I was prepared to leave a $20 because I was in a good mood.
But they tried to force a bigger tip by not bringing our change hoping we would just get annoyed and leave a $30 tip on a $70 order. It took them 20 minutes to bring the bill in the first place so I was already out of patience, but it ended up taking close to 30 minutes until they finally brought back our change.
It was great to hand him a $2 tip and mention how much money they lost making us wait for nothing.
I am vegetarian. Ordered falafel. They brought me chicken tenders. When I complained my order was wrong, the waiter said “What, do you not want to eat it?” I said “This wasn’t what I ordered, and I’m vegetarian. I don’t eat chicken.” And he kind of put his hands on his hips and said “There’s nothing wrong with it, you know.”
Dietary preferences aside, IT WASN’T WHAT I F*CKING ORDERED, DUDE.
We walked into a breakfast place, a locally owned place, owner in the kitchen, wife and daughters serving. It was empty except for 1 table, a two-top. The server says “Sit anywhere” and so we head towards one of the many empty booths. “ohh uhhh sorry we keep the booths for bigger parties” So I pause and say “Okay where should we sit?” “ohhhhh anywhere” So we look around, there 8 booths open and a bunch of tables with wooden chairs, it’s cold and I want a comfy seat so I ask “and there’s no way we can sit in a booth?”
The server rolls her eyes at me and repeats about holding the booths for a bigger party while speaking slowly like Im an idiot. There are no cars in the parking lot, 1 table in the restaurant and I am the jerk for wanting to sit anywhere…
So I walk towards the door thinking okay I will just go somewhere else, I don’t need this attitude before coffee.
The server walks over and asks wide-eyed why we are leaving!? I tell her I’m not really happy to sit in a wooden chair when I could sit in an empty booth, considering she said to sit anywhere AND the booths are all empty.
She looks at me with laser eyes and tells me if I MUST sit in a booth then go ahead but ….guess what…they usually hold them for bigger tables. The next 8 tables that came in (yep I counted I was pissed) were two tops, all of the booths got taken by two tops with not a single word said to them! After I had to go through all of that crap to get to sit where I wanted to. It was like the server had jinxed herself and was now condemned to serve two tops forever.
Every time a two-top came in she shot us the dirtiest look like it was somehow our fault. I haven’t been back and I won’t ever waste my time. Plenty of other friendly locally owned places. I want to pay for your coffee, not your sass.
I went to Marie Calendar’s with my grandmother, she used to love the place and ordered a chicken sandwich. The waitress came back with chicken strips. I said to her, “I ordered the chicken sandwich.” She looks at me like she’s tired of my sh*t and says, “No you didn’t.” So I say, “Yes, I did. I’m pretty sure I would remember what I ordered.” She continues to argue, “No, I have it written down right here,” and points at her notepad. “You ordered the chicken strips.” I don’t get mad I’m just stunned and say, “I’m sorry you wrote it down wrong, I didn’t order this and I don’t want this. I want the sandwich I ordered.” She huffs and takes away my order. Later she comes back with the sandwich and I’m really worried about eating it. I check, smell it and take a bite. It’s no good anyway. I just don’t eat it and we don’t leave a tip. If that had happened to me today I would have complained to the manager and left. At the time I was a teen and never experienced such weird behavior from a waitress.
My daughters and I shared Sesame Chicken at our favorite Chinese Restaurant. We ate there almost every weekend for years.
Halfway through the meal, I bit down on something HARD that jammed me under my tongue.
I pulled out a 1.5-inch sharp sowing needle that was embedded in the chicken. My daughters could have eaten that piece. It jabbed my tongue and I was bleeding. And so we just stopped and called the manager (who has seen us come in the place for years mind you) over to see what we found.
She was completely dismissive and accusatory towards me. She didn’t comp the meal, she didn’t apologize, and she insisted that we pay for the meal and leave… and started to box the food up for us. When we said we were done and weren’t paying for Needle Chicken, she accused us of planting it to get the meal free and asked us to leave.
Hunan Lion in Austin Texas FWIW. We’ve never been back to “Needle” Lion as we now call it.
I had planned my day precisely. I had to get my laundry done with no interruptions and then go to school afterwards because if I didn’t I’d be stuck in San Antonio traffic.
I was starving, and I remembered there was a pizza place right next to the place where I do my laundry. It’s San Antonio but it’s still a minute to anything from where I’m at so this is my only option. I go in and order, there’s one really old guy. He makes my cheese pizza by hand. Bare, cracked and broken bleeding knuckle hands.
I couldn’t speak. I just let him make it because I had no idea what to say. Getting into a huge argument wouldn’t have changed the fact I was now boned out of lunch.
Worst part? It was an amazing-looking pizza. I cried when I threw it in the trash and had to go five hours on vending machine trash.
When I was traveling to Colorado, I stopped to eat at Wendy’s. I ordered a cheeseburger with only ketchup and mayonnaise.
I get my order and look at the wrapper. “Huh… It’s yellow.” Turns out that they put everything on it. No big deal, I’ll just take it back up.
I tell them and a minute or so later they give me it back. I sit down and notice “Hey, it’s the same yellow wrapper”. Not only did they reuse the wrapper but they just scraped the condiments off and put ketchup and mayonnaise on it.
By far the most disgusting fast food experience I’ve ever had.
Took my mom to Olive Garden once. First, we sat for about 45 minutes after ordering and still no food, so we flagged down our waiter. He heads back to the kitchen and says he’ll check. Out comes the manager who kneels down by the table and says the waiter forgot to enter our order so it hasn’t even begun cooking, but he was going to comp everything including dessert and put a rush on our order.
Wait about 15 minutes and finally, the food is here. Except they put white sauce instead of red sauce on my mom’s chicken Alfredo. So they take it back and 10 minutes later the waiter finally brings it out, but trips, yells “sh*t!” loud enough for everyone nearby to hear and splatters red sauce all over my mom who happened to be wearing white.
It was a bar my friends and I went to at least every week. One day, my laptop bag was missing and no one had seen anything.
I was an IT engineer student so this was a pretty big deal for me. For 3 months, I used my mother’s old laptop and didn’t go to the bar, to save money and buy myself a new computer.
When I finally had enough, I started going back to the bar and was planning to make my purchase at the end of a school project.
Things were different in the bar, the music was different.
At some point, my friends and I recognized that the bar was playing a playlist that we made together. We went behind the bar, and it was clearly my computer. I had reported the laptop stolen and given the serial number to the Police, but before getting them involved, I went out and called my mother because she could read it from the box that I kept.
Then one of my friends came out of the bar and told me that there was no need for verification, the session was still under my full name.
The waitress said that the laptop was belonging to the manager, so she called him for him to come by. He told me that he bought it 1 year ago and that it was a mistake.
I told him that he would have to pay for the laptop case, and one USB key that he denied having, fortunately, I didn’t have my wallet in the bag. My brother-in-law is a Lawyer for bars, and won a case against his company so I explained that he would handle my case of theft while at work. Let’s say he paid quickly.
I didn’t immediately stop going to the bar. Actually, I continued going there for a year, but each time I ordered, I said it was on him and never was required to pay.
So now the real reason I stopped going there. They had another lawsuit unrelated to me but managed by my brother-in-law, and the owners decided to close the branch afterwards.
It was my favorite place to eat at the time. They got new management.
I went in and sat at my favorite booth. All is well and good. Me and my girlfriend ordered beverages I got a Mountain Dew and she wanted chocolate milk. We were chummy with the waitress as she was the one who usually waited on us and we always left a really nice tip. Our beverages came and she looked nervous and told us that she will be back to take our order soon.
Soon never came people who were seated around us ordered their food ate their food and left. Finally, I went up to the counter where the manager was and asked for my bill. I was angry. I told them they were lucky I was even going to pay for my beverage with the way I was treated. This manager said if you wouldn’t have paid we would have simply called the police on you.
This was in a small town and I ran across the waitress at the grocery store a couple weeks later. She immediately apologized for what happened. This new manager was trying to run off the good old clientele for a newer younger group of people coming in. I was like What The F I am only 24. He apparently thought I was 40 (I do look oldish) and therefore was too old to eat there. He ordered the waitress to not take our order. Didn’t go back til he was fired 4 years later.
I was eating dinner with my girlfriend at a restaurant that happened to be hosting Oakland Raiders night. The place was half-filled with Raiders fans, but no big deal since everyone loves the same team right?
Wrong.
We just get our food and a guy stands up and yells: “What the f*ck are you looking at?” to the guy behind me. This gets a reply of: “Me? What the f*ck are you looking at?”
So I say, “Hey, I’m eating here, if you’re going to fight go outside.” to the guy behind me. He actually left and peered at the guy through the window from the outside.
Well about five minutes later the guy comes back in, and the door guy actually LET him back in. At this point, you can’t tell who is friends with whom since all of them were wearing raider gear.
I sensed sh*t was about to go down so we picked up our plates and moves across the 90% full restaurant to another table. Just as we sit down one of the guys is coming back with a newly poured beer from the bar and takes a straight punch right to the face.
It floors him. His buddy picks up a stool and smashes it over the doorman’s head, so there are now 2 people unconscious, including the 300lbs door guy. At a minimum, 15 people were fighting in the middle of this restaurant.
About 30 seconds into the melee, 2 police officers run in, one gets punched and the other cop pepper sprays the entire place.
Just as they ran in I took the biggest bite of my burger, slammed my beer, and said, “Let’s get the f*ck outta here.”
