Nothing irks me so much as having my orders messed up at a restaurant after I had taken pains to articulate them clearly and concisely and even repeat them umpteenth times. I especially hate it when it happens to take away orders which are prepacked in the kitchen and you don't discover the screw up until you get home and it's too late.
It seems like I am on a roll where this is concerned recently. Since I'm on a low carb diet, I usually request for sides to be substituted with salads. The waiters/waitresses very nicely write my request down and some even repeat them to me. But inevitably, the dish comes with the much dreaded carbs. Sometimes, I send the dish back, sometimes, I am just plained resigned. It makes no difference the level of the restaurant that I am patronising. It happened at a posh French restaurant somewhere in Dempsey and it happened at some fast food restaurant.
It is not so bad when they replace the entire dish, or at least give the appearance of doing so. But I really hate the hastily scrapped off affair.
Maybe I am anal, or just damn fussy, but these things happening just never fail to take the enjoyment out of the meal. It makes me feel ignored and unimportant and I feel worse when I have to fork out huge amounts for such service. The entire anticipation of a quality meal of stuff I WANT to eat ends in anticlimax.
Just what is so difficult about vegetables anyway???
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