Story time: So my girlfriend and I came in at about 7:30 for dinner on a Saturday, were told there would be a wait of about 25mins, cool... we'll just go watch Dr. Strange (good movie by the way), and then comeback afterwards.
SO, we do that, and now we're fairly tired and just ready for some food at about 10:20pm we come back to no wait, (YAY!) and get seated.
Now, here's where my critique comes from a 5 star to a 1. Hostess was 10/10, cracked jokes with us, made us feel like we were talking to a person, good times. The place could have been cleaner, (but it's a Saturday, we'll cut some slack.) but I digress. So we sit down and get our drink order about 3 minutes after we sit down, our waitress was not having any of what we were selling. Both my girlfriend and I tried to make jokes with her, no response, she just blank stares both of us like: "no... this is an eatery, not a comedy club". So we order our food. 15 minutes later our salads come out, and then, on attempt to tell our waitress thank you, my girlfriend says "thanks Christina!" In a very happy tone. "Christina" is wiping the table behind us and doesn't even acknowledge her, so... she tries again. "THANKS CHRISTINA." In the most quiet YELL I've ever heard. The waitress then turns her head and says "are you talking to me?" Well yes, naturally we would want to thank the person who served our food... but for the sake of argument, let's continue. "Um, yeah, I thought I overheard someone talk to you say the name Christina, so I assumed that was your name." Says my girlfriend. "My name's Christmas..." she replies.... BOTH PARTIES ARE LOOKING AT EACH OTHER WITH STRAIGHT FACES AND MY GIRLFRIEND SAYS: "what was your name?"
"Christmas."
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..... she walks away.... doesn't say a word.
My girlfriend just looks at me and says "did I do something wrong?"
"You assumed." I replied, as I got up to go to the bathroom to wash up before eating. WE'RE NOT DONE YET FOLKS. As I walk past the kitchen into the bathroom, I notice the floors and how I could pinpoint every single shoe step over it. So, I sit down on the toilet, because why not kill 2 birds with 1 stone, and I attempt to do the deed. 2 people walk in during this time but they approach 1 at a time.
Player 1 sounded like he was drunk and enjoying his night (ATLEAST someone is), and is singing alongside the tunes of pink Floyd and anything else the radio might spit out at him, then leaves. I'm still talking to a man about a horse during this interaction. Player 1 leaves. PLAYER 2 ENTERS THE GAME. I realize that I've been here for FAR too long, and I get out and go to wash my hands. Player 2 steps up next to me and he too starts washing his hands. No words are expressed during this interaction between player 2 and myself. I say my abc's and then I attempt to use the worlds longest time waster invented, the automatic paper towel dispenser. I take my usual 3 paper towels (2 for the bulk, 1 for the remainder), and I then attempt to hold the door open for player 2.... THIS MAN IS TAKING 9 PAPER TOWELS. After an awkward head non to each other and about 30 seconds of me holding this door open, I leave because I'm not a door man, not dealing with this. So i get back to the table and see our food is ready to eat. Grabbed my shrimp and dipped it into THE FIREY GATES OF HELL COCKTAIL SAUCE, so I try the chicken in the honey mustard... not too shabby. I eat 2 shrimp, 1 piece of chicken, and 3 forkfuls of mac and cheese. I'm done at this point, over it all. So. We leave, giving a good tip, and a very audible "THANK YOU!" To them as we walked outside deciding maybe we shouldn't go back on a Saturday. Right now I'm sitting at about 3/5 stars for them. We get home and lay down and enjoy an extra hour of sleep (thank you daylight savings), and then at 3 am, she goes home. I wake back up at about 6 AND DESTROY MY TOILET WITH SOME LETHAL COMBINATION OF WATER AND FECAL MATTER AND PAIN TO MY STOMACH. I think it's just me, so I'm still sitting at about 3/5 stars. Then, 9 am approaches and she texts me good morning, and then decides to inform me that she too had an unsettling stomach last night. When she went home, she ran into the bathroom and PROJECTILE VOMITED DIRECTLY INTO THE SWIRLING PORCELAIN ABYSS, stating that the food didn't sit right with her, so... all in all 1/5.
TLDR: Went to dinner, pissed off Christmas, held a door for far too long, came home and destroyed our toilets respectively. Cheddars, step up your game. read more