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July 11, 2005
I am the 3rd generation of my family to be involved in the food industry in one form or another. And it's been drilled in my head over and over and over that "The customer is always right." I actually think I spoke those words before I could say, "Mom" or "Lemon Drop."
We had a lady in for lunch the other day - we'll call her Miserable Mildred. She requested her prime rib sandwich be sans tomato and have a "very frugal covering" of the "special sauce". Well, due to a simple oversight in the kitchen the sauce was the right amount but the sandwich went out with a tomato on it. Which - I mean, I get it. In my world I would have taken the tomato off and not been the least offended. But in her world it apparently caused great pain and suffering because she demanded - after a brief meltdown - the waitress take it back to the kitchen. With a smile the waitress returned to the kitchen where the offensive and life changing tomato was removed and the meal was returned to the customer in what could have been no longer than a 45 second round trip.
"I thought I would like the sandwich more than I did. And it was a lot of hassle to get it exactly the way I wanted it. So I don't feel I should have to pay for it." "Really? You didn't like it? But you ate the entire thing." "Yes I did. But it wasn't the best sandwich I ever had and I don't feel I have to pay for it." Her dining partner was mortified and was quick to try and interrupt to say she thought both the food and the service was fabulous. But Miserable Mildred wasn't budging.
The look on her face was one of total disbelief. "Are you telling me I can't come back?" "I am saying I think it's best you don't. I can't promise we're going to make you happy next time. And I would hate to fail you twice. So today's meal is on me. Have a nice day." I walked back to the kitchen proud and tall and really quite full of my bad self, daring anyone else in the palce to screw with me. Until, that is, one of the workers pointed out that the button had apparently fallen off my jacket and you could see right down into my bra.
Posted by Foodwhore at July 11, 2005 12:26 PM
holy crap you are SO my new idol now! That was awesome!! I would *pay* to have seen that!! The customer isn't always right anymore, especially in a day and age when people eat out so often that waiting for a table at a nice place is de rigeur. If people like that who waste everyone's time, waste food, and usually tip for sh*t on top of it, would stay home, everyone's costs would go down, and the dining experience would be so much nicer for the chef, the staff, and the patrons. I would like to see more restauranteurs take the same action you did! Posted by: gaile at July 11, 2005 01:55 PM Wow! You told her off and flashed your boobs? Fantastic. I am proud to read your blog and would love to come to your restaurant. I hope that she does come back just for another story about her! Posted by: farmgroupie at July 11, 2005 02:09 PM that man who didn't want to pay for his coffee (even though he had all those refills) and this miserable mildred woman..umm...perhaps their mamas didn't raise them right. Posted by: liz at July 11, 2005 03:36 PM I heart you, Food Whore. Posted by: Fatemeh at July 11, 2005 03:52 PM Ummm...she ate the whole sandwich and still didn't have to pay? What the ??? I'm sorry, but I would not have let this sorry excuse for a human out without paying. (Yeah, but I'm not in your shoes, either.) Still, I think the bill should have been brought back listing TWO sandwiches for her. I guess I just don't believe in jerks getting off easy. As for the Customer Isn't Always Right - wow, what a concept?! (twisted grin) Posted by: Jack at July 11, 2005 04:25 PM I agree with Jack in concept--in theory--but, if our beloved Whore had not only told the customer off -and- made her pay for her sandwitch--which I think Miserable Mildred should have done, mind you--the word of mouth that would have caused would have been a detriment to the restaurant. As it is, MM is going to tell all of her friends how awful it was, while her lunchmate will say, "But she didn't make you pay for the sandwitch, which you should have, but you are too much of a freaky twit." I think it was well played, Best Beloved Whore, and I doff my toque to you, and bow low. Oh, crap. Looks like I buttoned up the chef's jacket crooked... ;-) Posted by: Barbara at July 11, 2005 04:31 PM The thing is, people like her don't just do this in my restaruant. They do it everywhere they go. They key is in the delivery. I didn't raise my voice as not to alert the other customers or embarass her. I smiled and had a genuine look of concern on my face. I was quite passive-aggressive about the whole thing. Except, apparently, with the boob shot. Posted by: The Food Whore at July 11, 2005 05:39 PM I love it! Every last moment. This is who I am in my Customer Service days gone past. Once upon a time I managed at a Sam's Club. Members would crawl the walls and complain and throw fits and claim they would never come back. "Oh, no. Can I see your card please?" Game over. Posted by: Annex at July 11, 2005 05:46 PM It could only have been better if you had pulled a red card from your pocket and blown a whistle at her. That sort of behaviour is unbelievable. Well done for letting her off so lightly. Posted by: Mindy at July 11, 2005 10:38 PM You're my hero. You actually say all the things I *wish* I had the self-confidence to say! Good job on putting a nasty person in her place. Posted by: CAD Monkey at July 12, 2005 06:14 AM If I lived near you I would be a regular. Just to people watch :) Posted by: Kim at July 12, 2005 07:21 AM What a wonderfully clever put-down! But I think MM should have been made to pay for her sammich, too. Unless, of course, you guarantee that your sammiches are "the best anyone has ever had!" Posted by: Annie at July 12, 2005 08:57 AM Once again, you have proven yourself to be my new hero. And I'm sure that the rest of the patrons and staff enjoyed their free peek down your bra. : ) Posted by: Kate at July 12, 2005 09:56 AM Tremendous! Posted by: Melissa at July 12, 2005 10:27 AM As we say, the customer is not always right, but the customer is always the customer. Until we fire them that is. We have fired customers in a variety of ways; raising prices, removing menu items or by just plain telling them as you did, to not return. I'm sure other industries have their own tales of obnoxious behavior but it does seem that dining can bring out some of the most unreasonable behavors and expectations I've ever encountered. When was the last time you saw someone flipping out at a doctor's office when their appointment was 10 minutes behind schedule? Or screaming at the bank when they had to wait in line to make their deposit? Posted by: haddock at July 12, 2005 10:52 AM Word, haddock word. I have worked in catering and both low-end and high-end restaurants, and it doesn't matter whether it's a quick bite to eat or an elaborate sit-down meal, some people act like it's their Last Supper. So many times I've wanted to say something like, "Relax, it's a club sandwich. You're probably going to eat again in a few hours, right? It's not like anyone is dying on the table over here." Of course I never had the nerve. Posted by: Jane at July 12, 2005 12:07 PM There is nothing more embarassing than going out to eat with a person who is never satisfied. Posted by: Valerie at July 12, 2005 12:09 PM Good for you. Don't put up with that crap. Posted by: Damomma at July 12, 2005 08:33 PM Yessssss! Two percent of the customers cause 90 percent of the grief, and they deserve to be tossed out on their creepy butts! My old boss used to do this - toss customers who were total jerks - and I would have walked through fire for that man. He was my idol, as are you. Posted by: Suebob at July 12, 2005 09:41 PM At the store I run (a yarn shop) we occasionally have to tell people that it's not an emergency room, and that they might have to wait 5-8 minutes for the service they rave about. Posted by: Yogi at July 13, 2005 04:08 AM Then there was the friend I had dinner out with lo, these many years ago. We both ordered the same rabbit dish, and mine was wonderful. He said his tasted a bit gamier than he had expected and he wasn't really sure he liked it. He kept muttering about it so I tried a bite, and it was definitely not the same rabbit I had, not exactly off, perhaps I should describe it as elderly(?). And I couldn't get him to send it back, because he didn't feel it would have been polite. So of course when the waitress at the end asks how the meal was, he can't say it was good, because his wasn't, but he can't complain, because it was his own damn fault. I couldn't convince him that the chef wouldn't have wanted him to just sit there and eat something bad. Based on mine, it wasn't at all representative of the restaurant. Posted by: LibraryGryffon at July 13, 2005 12:58 PM Firing customers is never FUN (well, perhaps in your case!) but sometimes it does need to be done. I fired two customers last month, basically telling them "you know, perhaps, for the kind of event you're doing, I'm not the right caterer for you. Let me find someone else who can help you and who can stay under your (miserably low) budget, I know a few people who are just starting out...They don't get much work; I'm sure they'll be available..." it's the ONLY time I give out referrals, and I refer clients to 'caterers' who I know aren't in the same league as me, but their low-price catering is perfectly appropriate to those low-rent clients. If you get a referral from me, I've just fired you. Posted by: MisChef at July 13, 2005 06:17 PM I want to be you when I grow up ;) Posted by: Alida at July 14, 2005 06:14 PM It's like the old joke about two ladies eating dinner at a Catskills hotel. Posted by: Rix at July 14, 2005 11:14 PM |