You know you're in the wrong restaurant when...
You walk in the door and the LOUD music almost pushes you back out the door ..

You want to sit ouside on the patio and where are you seated ??? you guessed it .. Right under the darn music speaker ..

Your table is wet from the rain the night before .

You have to wait forever to get your menus .

You can't even figger out how to read the menu let alone find anything on the menu you like.

By this time they have probably forgotten you are on the patio and you have to wait 20 more minutes to get your order taken .

Your order finally gets here and IT IS WRONG.

More minutes go by , you get your order , finish your food that turns out to be NOT SO GOOD.

Finally get your bill and they OVER CHARGE you ...

So the moral of the story is,, If The Music Pushes You Out .... Just Go With It..

You know when-the flies our number the customers.

A green worm crawls off your garnish and on to your entree.(Yes, this happened)

The coffee is either burned or cold.

You can't figure out what is on your plate.

I got a few good ones, both have happened to me.

You have to wait an hour for your drinks.

The food from the previous persons food is
still on the silverware.

Chris

There's an old adage that comes to mind - 'Never complain about anything in an Indian restaurant, because they will always have the last laugh'. Think about it...

I think that goes for ANY restaurant, Dalgleish. I've known plenty of cooks and servers...

Um... you know you're in the wrong restaurant when your daughter starts crying because you are making her sit on her bottom in her chair and she wants to get up and run around with the OTHER kids. (And no, this was at no place that had a playland or similar childrens' entertainment.)

A waitress spills a pot of hot tea down your back, and SHE saves you from burns by dropping her tray and grabbing your clothes to pull them away from your skin, but the manager fires her and doesn't even offer to comp your meal. (We never ate there again, and told the manager so before we left.)

You know you're in the wrong restaurant when your ex-husband is a cook there...

Um . . . you know you're in the wrong restaurant when they won't serve you because you're not a Korean/Japanese Tourist . . . and in New South Wales, Australia there is a Restaurant just like this, they will NOT serve Australians . . . currently they are being investigated for discrimination!

you know you're in the wrong restaurant when the people at your table of 6 gets served their meal 20 minutes apart and you are the last one to get yours and it is cooollldddd. This did not go over to well with me . When my upper lip starts to twitch..... look out ...

You know you're in the wrong restaurant when you order your steak Medium Well, and you get it rare, then ask to have it fixed, and the manager comes out and asks if you have been in the beef capital of the US for long, because if you had, you'd have a better understanding of the degrees of cooked steak... Too which my dad responded that we'd lived here for 20 years, and that he was perfectly capable of recognizing the difference between rare (still red but thoroughly warm) and medium well (mostly grey with a slight pink center), as any good Nebraskan would, and also capable of recognizing a restaurant we would not be eating at again, nor recommending to our friends.

That tantalizing colourful veggie taco salad pictured in the glossy menu.. arrives thirty minutes later and has the appearance of brownish slimy glop of some kind, with three slices of dead tomato on top.

Hmmm..Photo Shop versus reality. Is there no escape?

I'm going to turn this around now .
I used to work at a fast food take-out place. One of the regular custormers always wanted a small order of onion rings, we only served the one size . One time when he came and ordered the same Small Order of onion rings i fixed him ,,,,, i picked out all of the smallest onion rings ( a little bit bigger than a quarter)in the bag and gave them to him,, HaHa .. he did say he wanted SMALL ONION RINGS.

You know you're in the wrong restaurant when the cook starts throwing pots and pans at the wall in the kitchen, which is behind your head, because you sent the order back as it was prepared wrong. Needless to say, we beat a hasty retreat without waiting for the order.

I see restaurants as potential minefields. On my 18th birthday we waited about 90 minutes in a Greek restaurant before they took our order. I think that's the record though I walked out the other time we were kept waiting longer than reasonable.

Then the customers have their own spectrum of no nos, starting with my late grandma who clearly didn't eat out much in her formative years, and after a meal in a fairly nice place locally with us took out her false teeth and put them on her side plate. I found it hilarious at the time but I wonder what the other diners thought.

The last typical nonsensical remark my living grandma made on our first arrival in the States was when I ordered a hamburger, and her response was "What do you want a hamburger for?". Now on the list of questions that can't provide a sensible answer that had to make the top 3. What answers do you suggest?

My mind goes back to my waitress days, and to a family of seven who came in just before closing. I cheerfully took their order (7 different starters,a variety of main meals , all deviating very slightly from the set menu, ditto the desserts (eg "the sundae but with no cherries and only ONE scoop of strawberry not vanilla"), even different teas and coffees. I brought the bill with bated breath. Lots of scrutinising, and then the tip. THREE OLD PENCE. I walked slowly and carefully to the charity box on the counter and deposited it with a sigh.

This bears little relation to the title, but always raises a laugh in our family. My gran was the one with the money, and never let anyone forget it. In a very posh teashop, she shouted , right across the room:
" Eat it up Father, I am paying for it!"