Nothing Like Great Service
March 17th, 2008 by FuzzTagged as: mayville, restaurants, the pub.
My neighbors, Phil and Lisa, are from Illinois. They closed on their home here in Maytown on the same day that I did. So, we are both subject to the wrath of the outcast here in our cliquey little town. It’s all good - we’ve got each other.
One night, while searching for some takeout food, Phil and I stopped into this little restaurant that is about a block and a half from my house. Even though I’ve been here for two-and-a-half years, I had never been there before. When we walked in the door, everybody in the place turned and looked at us like we had just walked, uninvited, into somebody’s home. Upon learning that they only serve fish on Fridays, we left.
Last Friday night, Phil, Lisa, and I decided that it would be nice to go out and try their fish. When we got there the place was packed. They told us it would be an hour. We said we’d wait.
I’m glad we did wait, because we had the oddest service experience I think I’ve ever seen:
- A half hour to forty minutes after we started waiting, a woman came around and said, “Michael Martin - party of four.” I stood up. She quipped, “no, no, no, it’s not your turn yet, I’m just giving you your menus.” Uhm… okay.
- About ten minutes later, a waitress came by and asked us what we wanted to eat. We gave her our order.
- Some time later, the waitress came by and said, “your food is ready and waiting for you at table ten.” Yeah, that’s right, we had to go, unescorted, and find table number ten because our food was already waiting there on it.
- After we finished eating, the waitress cleared off all of our plates and brought us the tab. I gave Phil cash and he was going to pay with his debit card.
- Phil went up to the front to pay. The woman said, “how much would you like to leave as a tip.” Phil replied, “five dollars.” “How much?,” she questioned. RUDE! Phil should have replied, “you know what - NOTHING.”
The food was okay, but it was nothing to write home about. I won’t be stopping there again - unless I’m in need of some comic relief.
March 17th, 2008 at 3:07 pm
OMG. You use your real name at restaurants?!? Couldn’t you be Bob Ubujubudillydallyowski? Or Habib Abdullah? Or the Seinfeldesque Art Vandelay?
Come on. Use your imagination.
March 17th, 2008 at 7:32 pm
I normally go by Boots McSaberston. That gets me in all the time.
March 18th, 2008 at 11:24 pm
So I hear that the whole experience was “weird”, did you hear that too??? LOL, Phil is such a dork sometimes…OK, ALL of the time!
March 18th, 2008 at 11:28 pm
And why did you feel the need to put that we are from Illinois??? Technically we came from New Mexico! But NOOOOO, you had to put a hit out on us didn’t you! What did we ever do to you? At least we are not from Michigan!!! That would be awful!
March 19th, 2008 at 6:20 am
Hey, Michigan is not that bad!
March 19th, 2008 at 6:29 am
Lisa… are you from Illinois? I’m just sayin’!
I think Lisa was ripping on my girlfriend.
Phil: “The whole experience was weird.”
Lisa: “That’s enough, Phil.”
March 19th, 2008 at 10:23 am
Whats wrong with Michigan? Born and raised here!
March 20th, 2008 at 8:18 pm
Nothing is wrong with MI! Some people are just jealous
I was born and raised in the Great (Lakes) state too!
(shaking my head) FIBs!!! (No Lisa, we are not FMBs!!)
March 21st, 2008 at 6:36 am
FMB pertains to Minnesota right (sorry claude)…