was our waitress Saturday an idiot? Here’s what happened.
The menu item that I settled on was a salad that came with some kind of herb vinaigrette. That did not sound delicious to me, so when I ordered I said something like this:
“I’ll have the [blah blah whatever it was called] salad, except can I get the sun-dried tomato vinaigrette? On the side, in case I don’t like it?”
She seemed to have no trouble understanding my question, therefore I thought she understood my request. She bobbled off like the airhead that she (apparently) is and a few minutes later our salads come out.
“Oooh, this looks goo-”
I toss my salad around with my fork and observe that it is soaking wet, covered in dressing. Covered in something that is clearly not the sun-dried tomato vinaigrette, which she did bring on the side. The waitress bobbles by again so I grab her attention and ask:
“Um? I’m confused. Does this already have dressing on it?”
“Yeah…the herb vinaigrette comes on it. And I brought the sun-dried tomato vinaigrette on the side.”
I sat there, dumbfounded, with a wrinkled brow just long enough for her to bounce away. What planet must you live on to assume that when I order a different dressing from what is on the menu, I want it in addition to the one that is mentioned in the description? How much salad dressing can one person use?
Clearly, she knew that she missed the mark because she trotted past our table about 50 times without ever checking to see if we liked our food or needed anything. Meanwhile, I overheard her asking all of the tables surrounding us if their food was okay. Honestly, I wanted to blow up. Not over the dressing mistake so much as her reaction to the situation. Finally, while I was on the phone for 30 seconds with my mom, she came back and asked husband if he wanted a refill on his drink. She didn’t bother to make eye contact with me.
If I hadn’t been in such a hurry to get to my in-laws and see Peezy after our baby-free early Valentine/Friday night/Saturday morning date, I would have definitely complained and waited for them to re-make it. But I didn’t. The herb vinaigrette dressing actually wasn’t bad. If I’d hated it, I certainly would have said something. It was just the principle of the matter and her response to it that pissed me off.
Am I crazy here, people? Based on what I ordered, is there any reason to believe that I still wanted the herb vinaigrette?
As a side note, Happy Valentine’s Day!
love, love, love,