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The Leg Bone Is Connected To The Wing Bone

| CO, USA | Employees, Food & Drink

(I’m on my lunch break and head to the cafeteria that services the office where I work. Today’s special is barbecue chicken, which is rotisserie chicken which has been quartered, and the sign says you can select either dark or light meat. The employee who is manning the station is new.)

Me: “I’ll have a dark quarter and two sides, please.”

(The employee picks up a piece with the wing attached.)

Me: “No, dark meat, please; a leg quarter.”

Employee: “This one?”

(She has selected a different piece, also with a wing.)

Me: “No, the leg, please.”

Employee: *picking up a third piece, also wrong* “How about this one?”

Me: “I want one with the leg, please. How about that one.” *pointing to a leg quarter*

Employee: “Oh, I didn’t know there was a difference!”

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No Booze During Your Snooze

| New Zealand | Awesome Customers, Awesome Workers, Food & Drink

(I’m working as a barista at a well-known coffee chain. My coworker is at the register and is serving one of our regular customers when this exchange happens.)

Coworker: “Your total comes to [amount]. Was there anything else we can help you with?”

Customer: “Yeah, can I get an extra shot of ‘will to live’ in my coffee?”

Coworker: “Sorry, sir, we don’t serve alcohol before 11 am.”

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Not Even Sugar-Coating It

| England, UK | Bad Behavior, Employees, Food & Drink, Health & Body, Ignoring & Inattentive

(I need to reduce my sugar intake for health reasons and was looking at drink options in a café. I didn’t want a hot drink, so I was looking at the cans available, all behind a glass counter where customers couldn’t reach one. I wanted to check whether a supposed “health” drink was high in sugar.)

Me: “Hi. Do you mind if I check the nutrition information on [“Health” Drink]?”

(The guy behind the counter gets the can in question and immediately opens it and pours the drink into a glass.)

Me: “Apparently not, then.”

Guy: “What?”

Me: “I asked to see the nutrition information.”

(The guy looks annoyed and hands me the can. The drink has a ridiculous amount of sugar in it.)

Guy: “That’s [price].”

Me: “I’m sorry, I can’t drink this.”

Guy: “You ordered it. You need to pay for it.”

Me: “I didn’t order it. I asked to look at the nutrition information to see if I wanted to order it but I can’t drink this because it has over 30g of sugar in this can.”

Guy: “Like you care about eating sugar, fat b****.”

(That’s when I walked out.)

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Breakfast Rush To Conclusions

| Sydney, NSW, Australia | Bosses & Owners, Time

(Our cafe stops serving all breakfast at 3:00. Our dockets are also labelled with the time they were sent to the kitchen and who sent them.)

Chef: “[My Name]!”

Me: “Yes?”

Chef: “What is this?”

(I glance over the docket, worried I’ve missed something in the order.)

Me: “Uh… a bacon and egg roll?”

Chef: “Yes. And what time is it?”

Me: “2:15?”

Chef: “Exact… Oh, f***. I thought it was past 3 and was getting ready to rip into you! D***!”

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Owner Owning Up

| Denver, CO, USA | Awesome Workers, Bosses & Owners, Food & Drink

(My wife and I are at a work conference in Denver. On our way out of town, we stop at a little cafe to have an early lunch. The place is empty, and it seems like there is only one waitress and a cook in the whole place. The kitchen is open so you can watch the guy walking around. The waitress is pleasant and brings us our drinks promptly, and takes our orders.)

Wife: “I’ll have the [Burger] with fries.”

Me: “I’ll have the pastrami sandwich with fries.”

Waitress: “I’ll get that started for you. Anything else I can get you in the meantime?”

Us: “No, thanks.”

(As we wait, we can overhear the cook talking animatedly on the phone, though we can’t really tell what he is saying. He puts our order on the counter, lets the waitress know, takes off his apron, and walks out the back. The waitress brings us our food and everything looks all right. The waitress leaves and we start eating.)

Wife: “These fries are kinda overdone.”

Me: “They are pretty crispy…”

(I dig around and see that the deeper I go, the more well done they are.)

Me: “Actually, these are burnt.”

(My wife digs into her pile to find the same is true.)

Me: “I don’t know? Is it worth sending them back? You know how much I hate making a scene or wasting food.”

Wife: “These are beyond ‘oops they are a little overdone.’ They are so hard they are actually painful to eat, and taste terrible. Let’s just ask the waitress what she can do about it. We don’t have to yell at her; just be polite and ask what she can do about it.”

(I waive over the waitress.)

Me: “These fries are really kinda burnt. Is there something you can do about it?”

Waitress: *grabs a fry off my plate and examines it* “I’m so sorry, these are inedible. I’ll get another batch for you right away, and I’ll cook them myself.” *as she’s walking away she mumbles to herself* “I thought I heard him say something about ‘not too overdone; oh, well.’ I should have known.”

(In record time the waitress has returned with lovely fries.)

Waitress: “Here you are. Again, sorry about that. We’re a little short today, and the cook is trying to handle too many things at once. But he should know better.”

Me: “No worries, I understand. Mistakes happen. Thank you for fixing the situation.”

Waitress: *goes into the back*

(We eat a while longer, and everything is pleasant until I get to the second half of my sandwich.)

Me: “What the hell? The second half of my sandwich is ham, wrapped in a single slice of pastrami so you can’t see it until you bite into it.”

Wife: “Seriously?”

Me: “Yeah, look…”

Wife: “It’s a good thing you aren’t Jewish, or, you know, allergic to pork like me.”

Me: “I can’t believe they would do that… It still tastes good, so I’m going to eat it anyway, but I think I should talk to the waitress about it.”

Wife: “You should.”

Me: “I think I’ll wait till after we’re done and have paid. I don’t want to give the impression that I am looking for free food.”

(We finish eating, ask the waitress for the check, pay, get the receipt back, and have signed it.)

Me: *to waitress as she is clearing the table* “Can I talk to you about something quickly?”

Waitress: “Yeah, what’s up?”

Me: “I just wanted to give you some words to take back to the cook. If you run out of pastrami, let the customer know, and ask them if they are cool with a ham substitution, or if they’d rather have something else. If you burn the fries, own it and make a new batch before you send them out to—”

Waitress: *cuts me off* “Did your sandwich have ham on it?”

Me: “Yes.”

Waitress: “Hang on one sec. I’m gonna grab the cook.”

(She calls over the cook who has recently re-entered the building.)

Owner/Cook: “Hey, I’m [Cook], the owner of [Cafe]. What can I do for you?”

Me: “Hi, [Cook]. I just wanted to give you a couple pieces of friendly advice. If you run out of pastrami, don’t sub ham without asking. It wasn’t a big deal for me, but my wife is allergic and it could have been a serious situation. If you burn fries, own it, and remake them before the customer sees it. If you get a reputation for trying to slip things in ‘unnoticed’ and only fixing them if someone complains, you will go out of business. In a cafe, your food needs to speak for itself, and if you have to redo things all the time because of simple mistakes like burning the fries, you won’t last long. I’m not after anything; I ran my own business for years, and I just want to see other small business owners do well for themselves. And this wasn’t exactly a gold star for you. However…” *points to waitress* “She was your saving grace. Whatever you are paying her, she deserves a raise because she was on point during our whole visit. If she hadn’t been so polite and helpful, I might have just left and let you stumble along.”

Owner/Cook: *shocked look on his face* “I… I… You’re right. I’m sorry. You nailed it on every point. I ran out of pastrami, and didn’t feel I had time, so I fudged it. I burnt the fries but thought I might be able to get away with it, cause they weren’t black. Thank you for calling me on the carpet. I really appreciate you taking the time to say something polite and that you showed an interest in my business, not just your own lunch. [Waitress], their meal is on me.”

Me: “As I said, I’m not after anything in this situation. We both ate our food, and have already paid.”

Owner: “No, not good enough! [Waitress], go reverse the charge on the card!”

(She walks away.)

Owner: “I already pay her more than any of my other staff because she is the best. But you’re right, she probably deserves more.”

Me: “Well, why don’t we forget the reversal of charges and you can give the whole cost of the meal to her as a tip directly?”

(Before he can answer, the waitress returns with a reversal slip.)

Owner: “Too late. It’s on the house!”

(We chat with him for another ten minutes and enjoy it. As we stand to leave I pull the cost of the meal in cash out of my wallet and leave it under my water glass. As I walk out past the waitress:)

Me: “I left a little something on the table for you.”

Waitress: “Thank you so much for talking to the owner. I’ve never seen him react like that with anyone before. He usually gets upset!”

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