We all know I can be WORDY...so I'll try to condense this as much as possible.
Last Tuesday, February 18, 2020 we went out to dinner for our 50th
Anniversary, which was February 14th.
Raleigh is huge and there are so many delicious restaurants from which to choose.
This year we chose a locally owned steak house where we have spent
numerous birthdays and anniversaries over the years. The food is outstanding,
steaks cooked to perfection and one of the absolutely best salad bars that I have ever seen.
I guess you could say it was a trip down memory lane and a desire to support small
business owners.
I'm adding a few very pretty snow pictures from last Friday
they will serve as the Wordless part of the post!!!
Now to set the scene for the drama.
It was a warm day for February about 63 F. Meals are cooked on built in gas
grill in an open kitchen. The small dining room can warm up quickly so they have to
have the temperature a bit chilly from the start of dining hours.
It is an intimate establishment with ~15 tables in the main dining room for two and four diners,
all about 2' apart. They have a banquet room that can be used also.
Due to the size of the dining room most folks know to arrive before 5:30.
We arrived a few minutes before their 5PM opening and were the first to be seated.
While we were waiting for our server (maybe a minute or two),
the dining room began to fill up quickly.
Once seated, you wait for your server, to give her your order then proceed to the salad bar.
Which we did.
So this is what happened:
Within a few minutes the hostess guided a group of four to the table beside us. A late-50ish y.o. female, exclaimed in a very loud, rude voice,
"it is cold in here, can you do something about it". The hostess replied,
I'll see what I can do. Then one of the younger women asked in her best screeching indoor voice,
Do you have a bathroom? The hostess directed her to the loo.
I soon discover the older woman was mom to the three adults with her.
Rather than sit down they all went directly to the salad bar.
Things went downhill fast.
Once all were back table they started eating, talking with their mouths full.
The conversation at the table between the Mom and the younger daughter was not suitable for dining at home and certainly not in a public venue. Loud, obnoxious and argumentative and at one point rather raunchy. I won't even go into details
other than to say if you are old enough to remember the movie.
Deliverance...it was much like that. If you haven't heard of it, you can ask Gigi Google to
link you up.
Other folks around them were glancing over and shaking their heads.
Our meal arrived it was delicious as always, our server was kind, efficient and attentive.
Finally we were ready to leave. You don't pay the server you take it to
the hostess at the front. The Chef was standing by her. He asked how our meal was,
to which I replied
excellent as always but the ATMOSPHERE was BAD.
He asked, because of the table beside you? I replied
YES...
He goes on to tell us they have been coming in at least once a week for a few months.
The restaurant constantly receives complaints from diners. The owners are trying
to figure out how to solve this growing problem.
I am certain this behavior would not have been accepted once, much less several times at
any of the nice dining establishments that are not locally owned. Since this locally owned, I expect the owners are worried this bunch will cause a scene and probably sue them.
If they continue to let them dine there, I'm certain they will start to lose business.
Dining there is pricey, we always enjoyed it but will not be going back for a while.
I truly hope others who had their nice meal ruined complained.
Other than let management know how we felt there wasn't much we could do.
Other than eat and suffer.
SO WE HAVE COME TO THE END OF THIS SAGA
The burning question in My Mind's Eye, what would you have done
Yesterday, on Comedy Plus' Happy Tuesday,
I found the perfect quote to sum up this fiasco.
Sandee this was most timely, thank you.
Never argue with stupid people, they will drag you down to their level and then beat you with experience. Mark Twain