Yesterday afternoon, hubby took me to get get my laptop serviced some 35 miles away. It’s been dead for almost a week. Since it took over an hour at the service desk, we were famished and decided to eat out before heading home.
I’m a pretty easy going person, except when I’m eating out. Everything matters, then.
My order consisted of chicken with a fancy name, garlic mashed potatoes, and a Caesar salad.
Take a good look at this salad. What do you see? I’ll tell you what you don’t see.
I complained to the waitress that this was not a Caesar salad. She apologized and took it from the table.
Sometime later, the waitress returned with my new salad.
The waitress commenced to explain this was made with a different type of Romaine (no doubt, she was coached). According to whomever, there are two kinds of Romaine. One has the darker leaf and the other is lighter.
Who do they think they’re fooling?
Iceberg lettuce is iceberg lettuce. Needless to say, I didn’t warm up to the iceberg on my plate.
The waitress admitted she was told the restaurant was out of Romaine. So, why not admit that to the customers?
Hubby and I disagree when it comes to things like this. He doesn’t like to cause commotion. In some cases, I think it’s necessary to speak up and to complain. What would you have done? Accepted the lie or stood for the truth?